At these words, Yara Quillan jolted. Her hand, already held by Henry Lester, gripped his tightly, as if trying to draw strength from him.
What she didn't see was the look Henry Lester gave Mark Quillan as he turned back. His eyes were glacial and sinister, radiating a clear warning.
The gazes of the two equally formidable men clashed in mid-air. The temperature in the hallway seemed to plummet several degrees, a bone-chilling cold seeping into the air.
Leaning on Henry Lester for support, Yara Quillan slowly turned her head to face Mark Quillan. Her voice was strained as she spoke, "She… They…"
"Darling, you're tired. Let me take you home." Henry Lester steadied Yara Quillan, trying to lead her away.
But Yara Quillan stubbornly stood her ground. This was the truth she had pursued for so many years. She had questioned Mark Quillan countless times, argued with him to the point of nearly severing their father-daughter relationship. How could she possibly leave now?
