In Ray's office, the Aron brothers and Helga stood in tense silence, their calm exteriors barely masking the concern they all felt. The atmosphere was serious, and the weight of what they had just heard hung in the air.
"What the hell do you mean by 'right now'?" Ray's voice was calm but edged with frustration, breaking the stillness.
Ryan, standing across from him, responded steadily, "It's just as you heard. When I say 'right now,' I mean right now."
Ray's eyes narrowed as he pressed again, "So, you're saying Esme's not okay at all?"
Ryan met his brother's gaze, his tone unwavering. "No, she's not okay. And controlling her condition is uncertain at best. I don't know how long we can keep this up."
The room grew quiet again, with everyone processing the grim reality. Helga's expression remained composed, but her eyes betrayed her inner turmoil.
