Fiona's eyes widened.
Then she looked down, her gaze falling to the floor.
Her mind raced back to Roluna's overwhelming power—
The way the woman had controlled everything, had made her feel so small...
And now Roluna was dead.
Killed by who else other than the man standing in front of her...
A quiet fear settled in her chest.
'If I was the one who brought him into this… then…'
Her fingers tightened slightly.
'Would he see me as a problem too?'
She feared that since it was her who had brought this trouble to him, Mr. Black might decide she was a liability too.
"I did not intend for this to happen," she said, her voice quiet.
"I deeply apologize, Mr. Black."
Seth caught the tremor in her words.
He understood what she was thinking— that he might see her as a threat to be removed.
He did not correct her assumption.
Sometimes fear was a useful tool.
Instead, he spoke calmly.
"With this, we should have gained each other's trust a bit now, correct?"
