Arriving at the tightly shut doors of Adam's study, Stella cast a quick glance around before pressing her ear to the door, her heart pounding in her chest. She had to know what was about to unfold.
Inside the study, Adam sat behind his imposing desk, gesturing for Aurora to take a seat. His brows furrowed in concern as he noticed the tension in her features. "Daughter, your face doesn't look good. What's bothering you?" His voice dripped with concern, his forehead creased with worry. Adam rarely saw his precious daughter troubled, and he was ready to right any wrong that had upset her.
Aurora, struggling to contain the whirlwind of emotions inside her, took a deep breath before speaking. Her heart felt like it was constricting in her chest. This moment, this confrontation could tear apart everything she had ever known.
"Dad, I have a few questions," she began, her voice steady but tense, her gaze locked onto him. "And I need the truth. No lies."
