~LAYLA~
"Alright, thanks for the update, Tye," Axel said in a low voice as he ended the call. He set his phone on the study's desk and ran a hand over his face, looking exhausted.
I was curled up on the leather sofa, a glass of wine untouched in my hand. The liquid had probably gone warm by now. "Well?"
"You heard most of it," he said, walking over to sit beside me. The couch cushion dipped under his weight. "Helena found everything. Hard evidence, account numbers, wire transfers, detailed files. She even found emails between Henry and Charles discussing the entire operation."
A fresh wave of guilt washed over me like cold water. "Oh, God. That poor girl." I leaned my head against his shoulder, feeling the weight of what we'd asked her to do. "I feel terrible, Axel. We asked her to spy on her own brother. We put her in that position."
