Layla splashed cold water onto her face, letting it cascade down as she steadied herself against the sink. Staring at her reflection in the mirror, she couldn't shake the turmoil stirring inside her.
Why did she feel this way about Miriam? She was part of the same treacherous family. Was it because Miriam had the decency to admit that Orabela's actions were wrong? Layla's thoughts lingered on Miriam's sudden collapse after learning of Orabela's deeds, a detail that unsettled her deeply.
Stepping out of the washroom, Layla was met with Lucius's steady gaze. He had clearly been waiting for her.
Without a word, he retrieved a small towel from the cupboard and approached her. Gently, he dabbed the cloth over her damp face, his touch tender yet purposeful.
"You don't seem well," he said quietly, his eyes searching hers. "Is it because Orabela's mother fainted after hearing what Orabela did?"
