Chapter 69 The Messy Situation

• Timothy's jaw was set, his expression tense as he guided me through the bustling streets towards a nearby café. The bell above the door jingled as we stepped inside, and the pleasant aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air. The dimly lit interior offered a welcome respite from the chaos outside.
• He pulled me into the family bathroom and locked the door before rushing to the sink. I stood to the side, peeling at the film of milk that had begun to crust on my wrist.
• Moments later, Timothy turned to me with a handful of damp paper towels. He handed them to me, his gaze softening as he met my eyes. "I'm sorry about all of this, Evie."