Alex's gaze remained fixed through the floor-to-ceiling window, his expression unreadable as he exhaled a deep sigh.
A moment later, he raised his hand, a cigarette resting between his fingers.
Bringing it to his lips, he took a slow, deliberate drag, the ember glowing faintly in the dim light. As he exhaled, a thin stream of smoke curled into the air, vanishing like fleeting thoughts.
His mind was tangled in the complexity of the situation, unable to shake the sense of bewilderment that had settled deep within him.
The revelation that the child Angel had been carrying was, in fact, Tryson's son had shaken him to his core.
It was an unexpected twist, one that gnawed at the edges of his logic, leaving him questioning everything.
True to his word, he had ensured that the entire ordeal unfolded in the fairest way possible—for everyone involved.
Yet, there was one crucial factor that would determine the outcome.