Jerrick felt a storm of conflicting emotions swirling inside him like a raging storm. His heart ached with pity for William, a deep, gut-wrenching desire to shield him from the harshness of the world.
Yet, beneath this protective urge, a gnawing suspicion festered like a persistent thorn, casting a shadow over his thoughts. Elaine, once a beacon of trust, now seemed enshrouded in doubt and danger.
"You do not trust her?" William's voice cut through the silence, sensing the hesitation etched on Jerrick's face.
Jerrick hesitated, his voice a fragile whisper. "Is it important? Will it be fruitful if I reveal my resignation?" He paused, his eyes locking onto William's. "I'd rather choose not to lose you, William. You're my brother."
William's smile faltered, a flicker of vulnerability crossing his features. Jerrick braced himself for a sharp retort, but instead, William's voice softened, trembling with raw emotion.
