Mr George's POV
I slumped in my dimly lit room, my eyes cast downward, my shoulders sagging under the weight of regret. I let out a deep, despairing sigh, shaking my head in self-reproach. "I should have done things differently." I whispered, the words barely audible over the sound of my own ragged breathing. A wave of guilt washed over me, its crushing weight threatening to consume me whole.
"Claire doesn't deserve this cruel fate." I muttered to myself, my voice low and laced with anger and frustration. The guilt still lingered, refusing to be shaken off, no matter how hard I tried. It had taken up residence in my mind, a constant reminder of my failure to protect her.
My two trusted men, Anderson and Gerald, stood before me, their eyes fixed on mine. I spat out the question, my voice
