Finally, Amelia entered, her face falling as she saw Isaiah. What is he doing here? she sneered. Simon held up the evidence, his voice steady.
We know everything, Amelia. Your lies, your plans, all of it. Amelia’s face twisted in anger, she scoffed.
And what do you plan to do? You think the word of a street rat will mean anything? She turned to Isaiah, her eyes cold. You don’t belong here. Isaiah held her gaze, unflinching.
Maybe not, but you don’t deserve to be here either. Simon trusted you, and you betrayed him. Amelia’s face contorted with fury.
She lunged toward Simon, but Isaiah stepped between them, catching her arm. Her anger flared, and she shoved him to the ground. But before she could do more, the room filled with the sound of footsteps as police officers entered, summoned by Simon earlier.
Amelia paled as they approached, realising her defeat. As the officers led her away, her gaze lingered on Isaiah, filled with bitter contempt. When they were finally alone, Simon turned to Isaiah, gratitude softening his face.
I couldn’t have done this without you. Isaiah smiled, the weight of his past slowly lifting. You saved me first, Simon.
I just repaid the favour. Simon’s eyes warmed. If you’re willing, I’d like to help you find a new path, a fresh start.
Isaiah’s heart raced, hope filling him. For so long, he’d only known survival. But now, with Simon by his side, he dared to dream of something more.
Nodding, he replied, I’d like that. As they left the mansion, the cool night air filled Isaiah’s lungs, each breath a promise of a new beginning. He had faced darkness and emerged stronger, ready to step into the light.
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