"Are you seriously going to protect her after she killed someone?" Mireen snapped, glaring at Roman, who calmly entwined Patricia's fingers with his and pulled her behind him protectively.
Patricia, already spiraling with panic, felt her heartbeat slow as her eyes fell to their joined hands. A new, unfamiliar warmth spread through her chest, an emotion she was only now starting to understand. For the first time, it felt like… something real.
"How does a child's claim make her guilty of murder?" Roman asked coldly, turning his icy gaze on Michelle. She immediately looked away, lowering her head in silence.
"Then explain how the inhaler ended up in her bag. Or are you accusing me of planting it?" Mireen countered, her sharp eyes shifting to Patricia behind him.
Without responding to Mireen, Roman turned to face Patricia. "Did you do it?" He asked, his voice calm and unreadable.
