Leona's POV
Of course I could tell.
He hadn't said "we," but "you and me."
He hadn't spoken of now, but later.
And that deliberate pause—so carefully measured—made one thing painfully clear: whatever involved my mother was far from over.
I stepped out from behind Eric and met Henry's gaze.
No anger. No retreat.
Just a cold, unwavering stare.
"You can leave now."
My voice wasn't loud, but it carried.
Henry froze.
He clearly hadn't expected me to be the one to dismiss him—especially not under these circumstances. For several seconds, he studied my face, as if searching for the slightest c***k of hesitation or regret. I gave him nothing.
In the end, Henry said nothing at all.
He simply fixed me with a long, penetrating look—as though carving something into my soul—before turning
