The sight of Fairfax in the doorway made Brinley’s heart pound, especially when her eyes met his cold, sharp gaze. Had he heard everything?
“F-Faraday?”
After a brief moment of shock, Brinley’s eyes reddened. She stared at Fairfax, her expression turning to one of pure anguish. Tears came instantly, streaming down her cheeks.
Fairfax glanced at her wrist, where a tight bandage was soaked with a fresh stain of blood. His eyes narrowed.
The look was enough to make Sally tense up, her body going rigid with fear. Brinley felt a wave of panic under his intimidating presence, as if there was nowhere to hide.
“When… when did you get here?” she asked, her voice trembling.
“Are you afraid?” Fairfax countered.
“What?”
The word “afraid” made her heart lurch violently. She could hardly bear to look him in the eye.
Fairfax’s gaze sharpened. “What are you afraid of?”
“I’m… I’m not!”
She denied it, but her entire body was shaking, and Sally, beside her, was trembling just as hard.
They had been bold enough to use the child as a pawn in their scheme, but deep down, they were terrified of Fairfax finding out. They knew his reputation in Marina City all too well. If he discovered they had staged the kidnapping, the consequences would be unthinkable.
Because of that, Brinley and Sally had prepared meticulously for this moment.


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