A friend?
The thought of it made Cadell feel sick. His face fell slightly, but he masked it with a tight smile.
"Right, just a friend," he agreed, his voice strained.
The room fell silent, the tension palpable as everyone adjusted to the new dynamic. Amelia continued to reassure Michael, while Cadell stood awkwardly by, a silent battle waging within him.
Angela gloated over Cadell's shame, thinking, “Feels himself too much all the time, serves him right," as she stared at him.
Angela's phone rang, and she answered it. Sebastian's voice broke through, urgent and concerned. "Angela, how's Amelia? Is she okay?"
Clearing her throat, Angela turned her back to them and replied in a murmur, "She's stable, Sebastian. But now isn't the best time to talk. I'll call you back with more details
