CHAPTER 279

ARIA’S POV

I stand at the foot of Charlotte's bed, a cold determination settling over me. Her eyes flutter open, and I see the fury burning within them. She knows she's failed. Every breath she takes is labored, a harsh rasp that fills the room. The anger radiates from her, a force that seems to fuel her continued existence. Despite her condition, she clings to life, her resentment giving her strength.

“How is our dear Charlotte?”

Once more, I ask her how she's doing, my voice calm and steady, masking the turmoil inside me. Her reaction is immediate—a fresh wave of anger and frustration contorts her features. She struggles to maintain her composure, but the realization that all her plans have backfired is written plainly across her face. Her heavy breathing becomes more pronounced, and I can't help but think she's on the brink of slipping into a coma or worse. But before that happens, I am determined to make her suffer for what she's done. She will know the full extent of her failure.