"Carmelita!" Maya's teary eyes narrowed into slits, her gaze laced with venom.
She was the living embodiment of the saying, 'if looks could kill.'
"Carmelita?" Miguel and Lia's voices collided in perfect shock.
Neither of them had expected her to dare show her face after the public humiliation she had dealt them back at her office.
"Sister…" Rico's voice faltered, his body frozen in place. He stared at the fragile foster sister–whose absence had haunted him for years and whose memory he had mourned in secret.
Until Maya had shown him that photograph, claiming she was alive, he still believed she was dead. And now… here she was, in the flesh standing before him.
Hiraya stood flawlessly composed, her emerald eyes, shimmering with a quiet triumph that cut deeper than any sword.
When she spoke, it was in a slow, cool, and pristine tone, the kind that carried authority without ever needing to be raised.
"Sergeant, please… may I have a word with them?"
