Regret Is Just The Beginning
The door opened and Martins walked in, his steps measured as always, his posture straight, but there was something in his expression that carried urgency.
He didn’t waste time with pleasantries.
“Sir, we have something on ground now, enough to destroy Ms. Diana and Dr. Eastwood’s relationship.”
Henry’s brows tightened slightly, irritation flickering across his face at the lack of clarity.
He leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping lightly against the armrest.
“What are you talking about?” he said, his tone sharpening. “Get to the point.”
“Merlin is being accused of having a child with another woman,” Martins said. “The information just reached me. And the woman and her son is right in
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