Not long after the annual gathering had concluded, Medusa summoned Timothy with a straightforward command: "Fetch me Jacob, Kameron, and Morgan Johnson immediately."
As Bernard overheard those names, a surge of indignation coursed through him, igniting a fire within his veins. He knew all too well who they were—three elders notorious for their incessant meddling, constantly questioning Aleysia's suitability as a companion for their revered mistress.
"Madam," Bernard interjected, his voice tinged with urgency, eager to defend Aleysia and articulate his concerns. "Perhaps we should reconsider this meeting; I can talk to—"
"Aleysia heard their words," Medusa interjected sharply, her tone leaving little room for debate.
Bernard's surprise was palpable, his brows furrowing in disbelief. "How is that possible?"
