Chapter 44 The Price Of Speaking Up

• Evangelina
• I couldn't hold back any longer. The weight of the maid's screams echoed in my mind, amplifying with each passing day. I could hear her cries for help from the dungeon, a chilling reminder of her suffering, and I knew I had to confront Aemilio about it. I couldn't pretend that everything was fine when it clearly wasn't. The tension had built up inside me like a pressure cooker, and it was time to release it.
• With a pounding heart and trembling hands, I made my way to his office. The thought of confronting him filled me with dread, but the injustice of what was happening pushed me forward. I found Aemilio hunched over his desk, engrossed in paperwork. The moment I entered, he looked up, his expression cold and indifferent.