A woman in her late forties sat on the sofa, her eyes fixed on the news broadcast from the Imperial City. Her face remained expressionless, but her sharp gaze lingered on one particular image—a young woman named Natalie Ford.
On the TV screen, Natalie stood before a crowd of reporters, speaking boldly, unflinching as she admitted to assaulting her own sister. A video of the incident played in the corner of the screen, capturing every detail for viewers.
A middle-aged man, Eric, entered the room and found her watching the broadcast.
"Good evening, Ms. Shaw," he greeted politely.
She gave him a brief nod of acknowledgment, her gaze never leaving the screen. "Who is she married to?"
Eric hesitated, caught off guard by the unexpected question. He shifted uncomfortably, unsure how to respond. "Hmm, that I'm not certain of."
Before she could press him further, a tall, handsome young man entered the room with an air of casual authority.
