The hallway was silent—eerily so. Not a single sound could be heard, save for the desperate pleas of the girl who was now trembling. Sarah, already on her knees, was begging. Her voice was barely audible—more felt than heard—as if speaking any louder might seal her fate, just like her father's.
And then, at last, Zethan let go of the man.
He collapsed, his body hitting the floor with a loud—
THUD—
drained of all strength. Another collective gasp rippled through the crowd, stunned by the sight.
He pushed himself up, already on his knees, and spoke in a trembling voice.
"I'm very sorry, Mrs. Lilia. I promise I won't do that again. I'm sorry for the disrespect I've caused."
His words came out in stutters, each one shaky, as he struggled not to commit any further offense.
And then, Zethan moved.
He walked toward Lilia, who stepped forward with calm grace. He lifted his hands slowly, and she gently placed hers on his.
