Her words hung in the air, and this time, both Jay and Aron felt a strange sense of connection to the situation, their expressions shifting momentarily as they processed her reasoning.
Aaron clenched his fists, frustration boiling beneath his composed exterior. "Who the hell named him Prince? His name is Aaron! Aaron!" The words echoed in his mind, but he held back the urge to shout, maintaining a professional smile instead.
Beside him, Jay simmered, anger etched across his features. "How can she just decide everything without asking us?" he thought, glancing at Aron, who seemed equally fumed. Esme's nonchalance irritated them both; it felt as if she were dismissing their opinions entirely.
