The confidence in Helga's voice sent a ripple through the room. The brothers stood in stunned silence, Ray's fury faltering under her composed gaze. It was clear that Helga wasn't just a secretary. She was someone who understood Esme better than anyone in that room, and the power in her words made Ray's anger seem almost small in comparison.
Helga's mind raced as she stood in the room, her disdain for the Aron brothers solidifying with each passing second. These men—especially the new brother who had just appeared—hadn't been there when Esme was suffering, hadn't even known she was ill. They acted like they cared now, but it felt shallow, almost as if their sudden concern was more about their own egos than about Esme's well-being. They didn't appreciate the immense effort Esme had put in, the way she fought to keep herself together despite the poison coursing through her veins.