Chapter 155
"We'll find out who did this, Mr. Armand," I said, my voice firm. "I promise you, we'll find out."
"Thank you, Miss Alayna. I appreciate everything you're doing." Armand's voice was hoarse, barely a whisper. He still hadn't broken his gaze from his father's pale face, his hand clasped tightly around the Minister's. The vulnerability etched on his usually stoic features was a stark reminder that beneath the powerful facade lay a son, terrified of losing his father.
I wanted to offer him more than just empty promises, but words felt inadequate in the face of such raw emotion. Instead, I focused on what I could control: the investigation.
"Mr. Armand," I continued, my voice softening, "I know this is difficult, but I need to ask you some questions. Think carefully. Has your father mentioned any recent threats? Any unusual encounters? Anything that seemed out of place?"
