Having said everything she came to say, Kiara turned and walked back toward the helicopter.
Wester Silver's face twisted with suppressed rage. Every instinct screamed for him to attack. Yet Baltrow's presence loomed like a silent reminder that some mountains could not be moved by pride alone.
So he stood there, breathing hard, forced to swallow his fury like bitter medicine.
Inside his heart, resentment churned like poison.
Every plan he had crafted had collapsed.
His lies to Emperor Alexander had already humiliated him.
His grandfather, Vann Silver, had suspended Arceus's marriage indefinitely.
His attempt to use his son's death to frame Kiara had failed.
Now, the very son he had tried to silence was returning to the world under Kiara's protection and as her future fiancé?
The board had been overturned.
The pieces no longer obeyed his hand.
For the first time in many years, Wester Silver realized that compromise was not a choice but the only remaining road.
