we can still work out

AARON POV

My eyes narrowed, Beatrice? The same Beatrice I had been searching for? I couldn't believe the coincidence.

"Let them in," I said, my voice calm despite the turmoil inside me.

As the bodyguard walked out, I stood up from my couch, my eyes fixed on the door. A few moments later, I heard the footsteps of multiple people entering the house. I straightened my back, preparing myself for the encounter.

As they entered the room, I greeted them with a nod. "You're welcome."

Sophia's eyes scanned the room, worry etched on her face. "Where is she?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.

I looked at Beatrice, trying to read her expression. She seemed calm, almost serene. I turned back to Sophia. "She's in her room," I said, and Sophia hurried upstairs with the others.