The atmosphere in the Daxon family house that evening felt heavy. The sunlight coming through the large window wasn’t enough to reduce the tension inside. Gevan walked quickly toward Claudia’s dressing room. His breath was rushed, not from fatigue, but from holding back emotions that had been building for months.

When the door opened, he saw Claudia standing in front of the mirror, trying a new lipstick while humming softly to herself.

“Claudia,” Gevan called in a firm tone.

Claudia glanced briefly. “Hm? What is it? Don’t bother me. I’m trying a new look.”

“Ghani is sick again,” Gevan said shortly.

Claudia lifted her shoulders. “And?”

“And?” Gevan held his...