"What did I even do to you? And what do you mean, 'take responsibility'?" Sophia looked utterly baffled, staring at Nathan like he was some wronged housewife sulking over spilled milk.
"Jessica and the others are dead!" Nathan snapped, his voice sharp with frustration. He then launched into a detailed recount of everything that had happened, leaving out no detail, no matter how small.
Sophia froze, her expression shifting to one of shock.
Jessica... dead?
That didn't make sense. In her mind, Jessica was sharp, resourceful, and practically a survival expert. Even if a mission went south, death seemed like the least likely outcome.
But now, here they were.
"Cough... Mr. Nathan, maybe it was just an accident. They must've made a mistake," Sophia offered, though her tone lacked conviction.
"And what about the people I lost? What am I supposed to do about that?" Nathan shot back, his frustration bubbling over.
