Holland stood there his face frown and gloomy as he spoke, he was so eager to know why his sister had decided to be a villian. Why his little sister has decided to keep them in the dark .
The atmosphere felt tensed as Elisa stood still in the other side of the door and Holland too stood at the outer entrance of the door with his arms crossed.
"Elisa, did we wrong you in any way?" Holland's voice trembled, his heart choked with anxiety. He longed to reach out and pull her back into the warm embrace of their childhood, but the specter of anger and grief enveloped him.
"Why have you decided to do this to us? Do you even know what Father had to go through when he heard that you were dead?"
The memories of their shared laughter echoed in her mind, and for a fleeting moment, remorse gnawed at her heart.
Yet the deeper currents of her anguish stirred agrowing desire for revenge against the one who had caused her untold suffering. The weight of her past pressed heavily upon her soul.
