Ethan, on the other hand, looked furious beyond words.
His chest heaved, his breath coming in harsh, uneven gasps. His entire body was trembling, not with fear, but with pure, unfiltered rage. His hands were still clenched into fists, his nails pressing so deeply into his skin that it threatened to draw blood.
"Do you have any idea what you've done?!" he roared, his voice thick with fury.
Lily flinched, her heart pounding violently against her ribs.
"The formula for the cream you had stolen—it was a damn trap… a set up… A FUCKING SET UP!" Ethan's voice cracked with frustration, his brows furrowed in a mix of anger and disbelief.
His breathing was heavy, ragged, like a man teetering on the edge of sanity. His mind was racing, but the only thing he could see was the sheer scale of the disaster unfolding before him.
Lily tried to form words, her lips parting slightly as if to protest, but no sound came out.
