ASTRID'S POV

“Camilla…” I winced, my voice strained and barely audible through the agonising pain.

The sight of Camilla’s malevolent glint and wicked smile filled me with a deep sense of regret.

I regretted ever placing my trust in them, believing in their potential for change, and giving second chances where they were undeserved.

The bitterness of betrayal weighed heavily on me, and I wished I had never hoped that people could be different from what they truly were.

“Uncle… What have you done?” I managed to gasp, my voice trembling as my eyes locked with Uncle Han’s.

The pain in my chest was excruciating, as if something inside me...