Chapitre 175: When the Truth Feels Too Heavy

Christian sits in his office, staring at the pile of paperwork that demands his attention. But his thoughts are far from the tasks at hand. All he can think about is Marilena—her tears in her sleep, the pain etched on her face even in unconsciousness. The image refuses to leave his mind, gnawing at him relentlessly.

She needs to leave that place, he thinks. She's trapped in those walls, surrounded by memories she shouldn't have to relive every day.

The thought takes root, growing stronger until it becomes a decision. With a sharp inhale, Christian rises from his chair. He grabs his blazer from the back of his chair and shrugs it on.

His assistant peeks into the room, startled by his abrupt movement. "Mr. Ngale, is there something I can—"

"Cancel my meetings for the rest of the day," he says, his voice firm but not unkind. "I'll be handling a personal matter."