Ethan's POV
I stepped into Elijah's office, shutting the door behind me with more force than necessary. The room was dimly lit, a soft glow from the city skyline casting shadows across the polished wooden floor. He was seated behind his massive oak desk, his fingers steepled together, watching me with a knowing smirk.
I didn't have time for pleasantries. "You have to let Meliza go. I'll take care of everything—including her family's debt."
Elijah leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. He exhaled a slow breath, tilting his head as if amused. "Why do you care so much about Iza?"
His voice was laced with curiosity, but there was an underlying challenge there—one that made my jaw tighten.
I held his gaze, refusing to flinch. "Because I'm the reason she's in this mess." My voice was steady, but inside, my pulse pounded. "She had nothing to do with what happened to Sylvia... or your daughter."