Christian had remained silent since entering the room, his gaze fixed upon Samantha, who lay unconscious on the bed before him. The sight of her in such a state weighed heavily on him, and the presence of Junel, stationed across the room, only added to his unease.
Though Junel had regained consciousness, his continued confinement was now inevitable. He had witnessed far more than he should have, and the consequences of his knowledge were not easily dismissed. There was an unspoken understanding among them—his silence was no longer a matter of choice, but of necessity.
“So, you’re telling me she just popped out of nowhere when you were…” Christian trailed off, his brow furrowing as his gaze locked onto Tomoya. There was skepticism in his voice, a demand for clarity that felt both accusing and desperate.