The question hung between them, suffocating and relentless.
Ray's gaze bore into hers, his next words cutting her open.
"Was it really for food?"
Esme's body went rigid, her throat suddenly dry. She had prepared for a confrontation—but not for this.
Ray saw her reaction. His voice turned colder, sharper.
"Esme, believe it or not, my parents raised me to be a CEO. To be their heir." His lips curled into a bitter smile. "And before you, I was the one who led our group. I was the one who navigated this world, who kept my family alive without anyone protecting me."
His fingers twitched at his sides, a restrained anger simmering beneath his composed exterior.
"Do you really think I wouldn't see through something like this?" He scoffed, his tone dripping with disbelief. "You, who could order food with one phone call, suddenly had to go out to get it? And then—the accident happened."
His words were a death sentence, and Esme felt them sink deep into her bones.
