When Franco arrived at the basement, his heart pounded with urgency. The air was thick with the acrid scent of smoke and dust, and his muscles ached from the struggle with Harvey, but he pushed through, determined. He caught sight of Celine in the dim light, her face streaked with tears and smeared with dirt. Relief flooded through him, but it was short-lived.Celine’s gaze met his, and instead of gratitude or even fear, there was something cold and distant in her eyes. She crossed her arms over her chest, standing defiantly between Franco and the small, frightened figure of Connor hiding just behind her. “I’m fine now,” she said, her voice flat, devoid of emotion. “You have nothing to do here, Franco. You can go home.”Franco’s heart twisted at her words. “Celine,” he began, his voice a low, urgent plea, “you don’t have to be with Harvey, obeying his every command just to protect Connor. There are other ways—”Celine’s expression darkened, and before he could finish, she snapped, “St
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