Elias’s gaze flitted around the room, his fingers unconsciously twisting the edge of his sleeve, brows tightly furrowed, as if weighing whether to speak—or avoiding the awkwardness and pain that might arise if he did. Inside, a whirlwind of complex emotions churned—on one hand, he wanted to be honest with Marcellus, to let him know Livia’s true thoughts; on the other, he worried that his words might make the situation more tense, even deepening the rift between them.His breathing grew slightly rapid, his throat felt blocked, and every time he tried to speak, hesitation swallowed the words. Tiny beads of sweat appeared on his palms. In the air, he seemed to be grasping for a straw to steady himself—but there was nothing to hold onto.Finally, Elias let out a soft sigh, his gaze falling on the chair beside him, as if he had made up his mind. He slowly walked over, pulled the chair in front of Marcellus, movements heavy with hesitation and a subtle lack of strength, as if sitting down w
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