The Real Villain

The room that was filled with excitement earlier, suddenly turned silent and gloomy. Leon's face that was contorted with frown immediately shifted to guilt.

Emma's words hung in the air, her eyes piercing through Leon's defenses, exposing the raw wound neither of them had fully healed from.

Leon's face fell, his hand clenching into a fist. "Emma… I didn't—"

"Of course, you didn't," Emma interrupted, her voice trembling despite the strength she tried to project. "You never really think about it, do you? About how all of this has been affecting me too."

Damien cleared his throat, stepping back slightly. "Alright, alright. I'll let you two have this moment." His voice softened, as if understanding the gravity of the situation. "Take care of things here."

Leon's expression softened, his usual arrogance replaced with something more vulnerable. He glanced at Damien, nodding. "I'm sorry, I will call you later."