CHAPTER 271

ARIA’S POV

The dining room is filled with a soft, warm light as we gather for dinner, the scent of roasted vegetables and spices wafting through the air. As we settle into our seats, my father, Neal, and Nathan sit across from me, their faces a mix of concern and anticipation. I take a deep breath, the weight of the past few days pressing on my shoulders.

I begin by thanking my father for his trust, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. The memory of Charlotte's betrayal stings sharply, a wound still fresh and raw. My father nods, his expression grave. He used to admire Charlotte for her work ethic and dedication, often praising her in meetings and to colleagues. Now, regret lines his face, a deep sense of betrayal clouding his eyes. The thought of an unpunished criminal working within Wilson Paragon disgusts him.

“I can’t believe she murdered her infant!”

His fists clench and unclench on the table, the tension evident in his posture. I understand his feelings completely; the