Aron leaned back into Helga's comforting embrace, letting out a deep, shaky breath. His mind raced with confusion and worry, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. He had come here suspecting Esme was sick, but he never imagined it was this bad. Esme wasn't someone who crumbled easily. She had been through so much and always found a way to rise above. But now… what was happening to her?
Unwrapping Helga's arms from his neck, Aron stood up, his mind made up. He needed answers. Without a word, he rushed out of the office, his footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway. His heart pounded in his chest as he reached the door and yanked it open. Just a few steps away, the Assistant Secretary sat at his desk, oblivious to the storm brewing inside Aron.
In a flash, Aron was at the desk, grabbing the man by the collar. "Who the hell came here before us?" he demanded, his voice sharp, barely concealing the desperation coursing through him.
