William stood by the window, his jaw clenched and fists tight as he stared into the dark night. His phone was gripped in one hand, waiting… until it finally rang.
He answered immediately. "Yes?" His eyes narrowed as he listened, face growing even darker.
"Alright. Keep the area sealed. No media. I'll be there first thing in the morning."
He ended the call and let out a heavy sigh.
Sanya approached quietly, placing a hand on his back. "What did they say?"
"Some helpers were rescued… but several are injured." His voice was low and tense. "They found four bodies."
Sanya's hand froze. "Four?"
He nodded slowly. "Two of them… they believe are Sylvia and Tim."
Sanya's brows pulled together. "Believe? So they're not sure?"
"No ID yet. Just burned remains. But…" He turned to her, voice firm. "I don't buy it. It's too convenient. Tim's not the type to die in a fire without a plan. Something's off."
Sanya looked worried. "You think he faked his death?"
