Where are you taking her?

Charles’s eyes bore into her, filled with challenge. “Why?” he demanded, his tone harsh. “Why should I stop? Give me a valid reason.”

Arisha’s eyes flashed with determination, and she yanked her hand out of his grip. “Because he’s the father of my daughter!” she shouted, her voice echoing through the hallway. “Don’t disrespect him!”

The room fell into silence, the tension thick and electric. Ivan’s eyes softened, and for a moment, the rage that had clouded them lifted. He looked at Arisha, and there was a flash of gratitude in his gaze. But behind it, there was also pain, knowing that even now, she was torn between two worlds.

Charles’s expression darkened, his face hardening as he processed her words. “You’re defending him?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous. “After everything I’ve told you?”

Arisha stood firm, her hands shaking but her voice steady. “Yes,” she said. “I may not remember everything, but I know he is Sisi’s father. And for that alone, I will not allow you to speak