Chapter 63

Mia had been sitting stiffly in the visitor’s chair, her eyes darting between Daniel’s calm face and the faint glow of the monitors. She had been biting her lip, rehearsing her words, until she finally blurted, fumbling over her own voice.

“Daniel, you need to make sure Freya is fired from your company. At all cost.”

The bluntness of it hung in the room. Daniel didn’t even flinch. He said no words, no acknowledgment. His silence stretched, cold and unyielding like no one had said anything.

Mia’s irritation bubbled. She reached for his arm, tugging it lightly at first, then harder, desperate to force some reaction out of him. “Daniel, do you hear me?” she pressed, her voice trembling with impatience.

His eyes shifted at last, sharp and cutting. “Let me be, Mia.”

Her brows knitted. “You’ve changed. Don’t you see it? Ever since that girl came into the picture, you’re not the same. She’s doing something to you. I know she is. You don’t look at me the way you used to. You don’t even—”

She