บท 181: Heart and Chaos

The tension in the room snapped like an overstretched violin string. The moment Amara declared, with an infuriatingly smug smile, "I love Eirik," the collective gasp could have shattered glass.

Helena Lyselle, normally the embodiment of poise, completely lost it. "You love him? Have you lost your mind? This man is a walking PR disaster, not to mention his company is practically bankrupt!"

"Correction," Felix interjected dryly, folding his arms. "Completely bankrupt. And morally too, if we're counting."

Amara tilted her head, her expression one of mild boredom. "I'm sorry, does my personal life offend you all that much? Maybe you should try getting one."

Gerald, who had been silently seething, finally erupted. "This isn't about your personal life, Amara! This is about you making a public fool of yourself and this family! And dragging poor Elara into your mess—"