Chapter 115

GENERAL POV

Elsa paced along the length and breadth of her wide bedroom.

The thud of her steps was audible on the patterned carpet beneath her feet.

Her phone dangled loosely from her hand, swaying with every sharp turn she made.

Her face was a red mask, contorted in a mixture of great fury and disbelief.

Her brow was furrowed deeply, and her mouth pulled into a tight, thin line.

Her lips twitched occasionally, as if words of frustration were threatening to spill out at any moment, but all that emerged was a low, aggravated huff.

She squeezed the phone tighter, as though willing it to disappear.

The room felt suffocating, her thoughts crashing violently inside her head.

“How could he?”

Her palms were trembling as she muttered under her breath, her voice tight with anger.

“How could the old man really do this?”

The words felt foreign on her tongue, like speaking them aloud made the betrayal even more real.

Then suddenly she stopped moving, her chest rising and falling rapidly as sh