Years ago, William had warned Emily about Jonathan’s ruthless ambition, but she had chosen love over caution. Now, the truth played out before his eyes. A surge of rage welled up inside him as he closed the distance, one hand hovering near his radio, his posture tense and ready to act.
The crowd began recording with their phones, murmurs rising. Jonathan, suddenly aware of the attention, barked, “Mind your own business!”
But William’s voice cut through the chaos: “No, Mr. Miller. This business is mine.”
And with that, everything changed.
Emily’s hand trembled against her cheek as the world around her blurred with tears. The unborn child inside her shifted, as if startled by the violence. She whispered, “Please, not here,” though her plea was drowned in the noise of the crowd.
