Willow Finch stared coldly at the two people before her, her face as black as thunder.
Silas Linden cleared his throat, trying to smooth things over. "Willow, Ethan Quinn has a point. Amelia would actually be safer by his side..."
The corners of Willow Finch's eyes curled into a cold arc. She shot a glance at Silas Linden, who instantly fell silent and gave Ethan Quinn a helpless look.
"Sis..."
"Stop right there," Willow Finch said icily. "It wouldn't matter if you called me the Heavenly Empress herself. You barely escaped with your life, and you're carrying a precious uncertainty. In short, I refuse."
"Sis, you can't just throw around the title of Heavenly Empress. Our Celestial Emperor isn't even married..." Amelia Finch's voice trailed off until she fell silent.
