low menacing growl, her grip on his coller tight

as he looked up at her. He managed to smile, a hint of

olent," he said, his tone now laced wit

ron down until he was completely pinned to the table, his body almost glued t

ed her pen between her fingers, the only movement betraying her composed exterior. "

ile, a hint of innocence creeping into his expression

lga. Helga responded immediately, pushing Aron harde

hh

d, her eyes narrowing. She pulled a small spray bottle from her pocke

rface. Aron's forced smile faltered, a guilty expression f

more furious. She leaned closer to Aron, her voice dropping to a dan

a mix of surprise and d

No excuses," she snapped, releasing her grip slightly b

g no emotion. "Tell us everything," she comman

He nodded slowly, the bravado and playful demeanor finally st

ned up, adjusting his collar and a

turned to Helga. He moved towards her, arms outstretched

grip on her waist firm, while she looked a

this wicked woman's doing," he de

anced at Aron, her eyes indifferent,

niversary, but this wicked woman," he pointed again at Esme, "doesn't give u

e was slightly surprised that such a fool even existed. "Are

accusatory look towards Esme, as if she, too, saw

in exasperation, feeling the wei

esignation, she said, "Fine. I g

softened slightly. Esme, however, remained impassive, her eyes r

t yet teasing. He glanced at Helga, who nodded in si

"Just make sure you come back

gh her irritation was still evident she turn to lo

ts," she said, pushing him back slightly but

ice trailing off as he saw the un

e brooking no argument. "We have mo

asing his grip on Helga. He turned to face Esme, the tears in

fter. "I'll tell you everything.

er face an impassive mask. "Go

ned further, his playful demeanor gi

und that there were a total of three peo

moment, the weight of his

his thoughts, before conti

heir involvement, and I've docume

d, her interest piqued by this s

she asked, her t

his own filled with

he details and evidence," he

e Esme, who instantly sharpened her gaze. She leaned forward

people were not simple, and they must have a connection to her for A

osing as if to muster the courage. "Mr. and Mrs. Valla

hock. Her grip on her pen loosened, and it slipped from her

of disbelief and betrayal, as the

and instinctively reaching out to st

eing or hearing. A mix of emotions surged within h

s hung in the air, heavy with the weight of her realization. Helga's movem

r emotions were too raw, too overwhelming. The world around her se

.