Chapter 72: Henry' Visit At Marion's House
The road stretched endlessly before Henry as he gripped the steering wheel with one hand, the other resting on the armrest.
"She doesn't know when to stop," he muttered to himself, the engine's sound drowning out the faint sound of his breathing.
For weeks, he had been giving Eira chances, allowing her to find a graceful way out.
A way that didn't involve dragging his family through the dirt.
But every step of the way, she'd been defiant, mocking, and, worst of all, confident.
"I should've handled this weeks ago," he thought bitterly, the lines on his forehead deepening. "But no. I wanted to be civil, to give her an out. And what does she do? Laugh in my face."
The memory of her smirk from earlier that evening burned in his mind. Her arrogance, her unshakable attitude—it all infuriated him.
"Well, Eira, you're out of time. Since you can't fix this, I'll do it myself."
