As the heated exchange continued, Aron, the one at the center of the accusations, stood off to the side. Instead of feeling the anger or guilt the brothers expected, he simply watched with an amused smirk, like a spectator enjoying a particularly dramatic show.
When the argument finally came to an end, leaving Esme and Aron alone in the room, Esme, drained and weary, walked back to her chair and sank into it. She closed her eyes, the exhaustion clear on her face.
Aron, noticing the end of the spectacle, calmly strolled over to the door. He quietly closed it, the soft click barely audible, then turned back toward Esme. His expression remained amused, the smirk still lingering as he slowly made his way back to her side.
As the tension in the room settled, Esme took a deep breath, still feeling the weight of the confrontation. Aron leaned against the desk, arms crossed, a playful smirk on his face.
