The moment Nevaeh stepped out of the study, Cassius's cold gaze narrowed sharply.
Without a word, he strode toward the table and tore up all the agreements they had ever signed.
His voice earlier had been firm and unyielding, but deep down, his heart ached. Still, the tears glimmering in Nevaeh's eyes refused to fall.
Yet the moment she crossed the threshold, the bitterness inside her chest overflowed, and the tears she'd been holding back finally streamed down her cheeks.
Hussein, who had overheard their argument, rushed over in panic.
When he reached the doorway and saw Nevaeh crying, his heart clenched, though he didn't know how to comfort her.
"Ma'am, are you alright?" he asked softly, his voice filled with concern.
Nevaeh turned her face away, hurriedly wiping her tears with the back of her hand.
When she faced him again, she forced a faint smile. "I'm fine."
Before Hussein could say another word, she quickly walked away, leaving him standing there helplessly.
