Chapter 151: My space, my home...
"I know, Arthur," she said softly, her voice carrying a hint of weariness. "I know you’ve cared for me. I’ve never doubted that." Her words hung in the air between them, but there was something in her eyes—something that told a deeper story than the surface level of gratitude he expected.
"But right now," Angel continued, her tone firm, "I need to fight this battle on my own. I appreciate the court complaint against Tryson, really, I do. But I think it’s time I handle this myself. Let me speak to him. Let me confront him face-to-face."
Her words were firm and unwavering, her gaze unblinking as she conveyed the seriousness of her resolve.
Arthur stood still for a moment, his eyes reflecting the weight of her words as they seemed to sink in. His lips tightened, and a low click of his tongue broke the silence before he sighed heavily, pulling his hands from his pockets.
"Are you sure about this, Angel?" His voice was laced with concern, his brow furrowing. "I mean, Tyson—"
"Arthur, I’ve made up my mind," Angel interrupted, her tone no-nonsense. "It doesn’t do us any good to keep circling around something we both know. This is my decision, and I need you to respect that. I need to face him on my own, so please, don’t stand in my way." Her words hung in the air, heavy with finality.
Arthur’s face twitched slightly, and for a moment, it seemed as if he might argue further, but instead, he forced out a strained smile.
Internally, he was wrestling with the fear that any conversation between Angel and Tryson could uncover truths that would jeopardize his own position.
Still, seeing the raw anger in Angel’s eyes, the resentment she carried for Tyson’s actions, he chose to suppress his worries—for the moment. There was no point in dwelling on the matter. He’d figure out how to resolve it later, one way or another.