The silence in the main drawing room of Green Garden was suffocating, as if the oxygen had been vacuumed out by the escalating tension. Julian's previous whisper still hung in the air, a tremor threatening the foundation of the world he had painstakingly built.
Arthur Harrington didn't respond with words. He stood tall, allowing the truth to seep into Julian's skin, which had turned a ghostly pale. His piercing blue eyes stared directly into Scarlett's beautiful brown eyes, a shade identical to that of his late daughter, Diana.
"Miss Scarlett," Jason's voice suddenly sliced through the silence. His tone was flat, yet clinically precise. "Based on visual observation of your pupil dilation and a 15% increase in respiratory frequency above your baseline, you are experiencing mid-level emotional shock. Personal health protocols require you to sit and regulate your breathing in four-second intervals."
