"Let's take a seat," Angelina murmured, holding Ziana's hand firmly, while Damien helped them to sit. Norah, who was also taken aback by the surprise, snapped out of her daze and settled on the adjacent sofa. William patted the little boy's back; he too was stunned and quickly took a seat beside his mother.
"Argh, I can't do it!" Ziana's father's restless voice tugged at a part of her, its warmth evident even though it seemed like a prerecorded video. Amplified by the speaker, it felt as if he was right there, speaking in real time, intensifying her emotions. Angelina wrapped her arm around Ziana, gently rubbing her shoulder, offering the emotional support she needed.
"That's what I've been saying for the past hour, Kay!" William's voice held frustration in the video, contrasting with the emotions in the room.
