Karol’s face paled as he listened to Neil’s proposal, his heart racing with fear and disbelief. “Mr. Holland… do something, please. Save our daughter,” he pleaded, his voice trembling as his eyes darted anxiously between Neil and Alysha, who stood still, her body shaken and fragile.
Neil’s expression was grim, his eyes dark with the weight of the situation. “We have only one option left,” he said, his voice steady but filled with cold certainty.
Karol’s breath caught in his throat. "What do you mean?" he asked, dread creeping into his voice.
Neil exhaled slowly, his gaze shifting to Alysha. “We have to fake Alysha’s death.”
The words hung in the air like a bomb waiting to explode. Karol choked, his face blanching in shock. "What?" His voice cracked, as if the suggestion was too impossi
