"Yes, Bella is the daughter of a wealthy man," Willow confirmed. "And he is doing everything to find her. And you… you're doing nothing but wasting time. I thought you loved Bella. But now I see—you only care about easing your own pain. Have you ever considered hers?"
Willow stood rigid, her eyes blazing with frustration as she confronted Theodore. Her words were as sharp as daggers, cutting through Theodore's heart.
"Stop it, please stop it," he grunted, his face twisting with a mixture of shame and despair. He staggered backward, collapsing onto the edge of the bed.
But Willow was relentless, her anger pushing her forward. "Look at yourself," she pressed, her tone biting. "You can't even stand properly. How are you supposed to find Bella like this?"
A flicker of determination flashed in Theodore's eyes. "I will…" he said firmly despite his crumbling composure. "I will definitely find her."
