Dana and Andel stood facing each other, the atmosphere thick with tension. Andel's eyes darted around, ensuring they were alone.
"There's nobody here," Dana assured him. "The maids are still in their quarters. You can speak freely."
Andel leaned in, his voice low and demanding, "Then tell me the truth, Dana. Stop lying to me. Who is that girl, really?"
Dana stiffened, her unease evident. "I don't understand. I've already told you everything. She's Alina, my late friend's daughter."
Andel's eyes bore into hers, frustration clear. "Then who is her father?"
Dana hesitated, her voice faltering. "Paul," she finally said. "You saw how he doted on Alina, and she recognized him even though she lost her memories."
