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The apartment fell silent again after Leon left. The door was tightly shut, yet the remnants of tension still hung heavily in the air.

Giselle stood near the window, her back facing the living room. Her hands were lightly clenched, her breathing not yet completely steady. Behind her, Billy watched in silence.

A few seconds passed before Billy finally spoke.

“He’s gone?” Billy asked flatly.

“Yes,” Giselle replied briefly, still not turning around. “He won’t come back again.”

Billy nodded slightly. He picked up the food bag that had fallen earlier and placed it on the table. His movements were calm—too calm.

Giselle turned around, her expression uneasy. “Billy…...