No One's Pov
Twenty minutes earlier,
Lily stood tall in front of Mr. Viella. Her uniform sleeves were pulled down to hide the fresh, tight bandages wrapping her injured palms. The scent of copper still lingered in the room from the night before.
"I know you orchestrated the attack last night, Mr. Viella," Lily said, "The first wave was a test. The second wave was to see how I would react under real pressure. You risked your own son's life just to measure my worth."
Mr. Viella didn't deny it. He simply smirked, leaning back in his chair, pouring himself a glass of liquor. He looked at her with the amused eyes.
"Since you already got the answers you wanted," Lily continued, her eyes locking onto his in a flat glare, "you will stop using my lady as bait. If a single hair on her head is harmed because of your games, I will become your worst mistake."
Mr. Viella stopped swirling his glass. The room went dead silent. Then, he let out a mocking laugh.
