Esme kept her eyes fixed on him, leaning in slightly. "Actually, yes, there is. You don't make excuses, and you don't leave loose ends. I've noticed that much. Yet Jenny… she's still alive. The poison didn't kill her. Why is that? Couldn't find the antidote?" Her tone was laced with a mixture of challenge and curiosity.
A smirk slowly twisted across Ryan's lips, dark and unapologetic. He met her gaze without a flicker of remorse, his words a blunt truth. "No, Esme. I could find the antidote."
His eyes lingered on hers, the hint of a darker truth in them. "The point wasn't to kill her," he continued in a low, deliberate tone. "It was a warning. Jenny was meddling where she shouldn't have, dragging my brothers into schemes that could've destroyed them. I needed her to understand that her place in our lives was… conditional. And she got the message loud and clear."
