Felicia froze, Sapphire's words slicing through the air like a sharp blade. She stared at the woman in front of her, unable to fully process what she had just heard. The impact was almost physical, like a punch to the gut.
"Wait…" Felicia murmured, her voice faltering as her mind struggled to absorb what had just been said. "You… did you just say that my son… is a freaking Demon King?" she questioned, her voice trembling with growing tension. Disbelief mingled with panic, but fear was now being replaced by a simmering anger—an anger she barely recognized in herself.
Sapphire simply smiled, unhurried, her gaze sharp as a knife. She moved slowly toward the glass table where Felicia stood, her smile widening in a nearly provocative way.
