"And what right do you have to question me?" she asked bitterly, her voice a melody of anger and sorrow. "Or do you think this is one of your properties?"
Willow stepped forward from behind, his hand buried deep within the pocket of his trouser. The air felt heavy with unspoken words, his gaze sharp as an unsheathed sword.
"Miguel," he said, each syllable falling like a gavel in a courtroom, "if not for you, Elisa would still be alive. You contributed to her death!"
Miguel stood at the epicenter of turmoil. His face paled under the weight of guilt, the light within him dimmed.
"It was just an accident!" he protested, his voice cracking. "I didn't mean for any of this to happen."
"An accident?" Jolie spat, her fierce eyes glittered with unshed tears. And her words as if it were poison. "Then why didn't you die?"
Miguel's heart raced, and he felt the earth tremble beneath his feet.
