Chapter 28

Mia's POV

The air hung heavy with tension as I sat across from Nathaniel in his luxurious study, the room adorned with rich mahogany furniture and shelves lined with leather-bound books. The weight of the world seemed to rest on his shoulders, the lines on his face etched with worry and conflict.

The silence between us was deafening, the unspoken words lingering in the air like a heavy fog. I could see the turmoil brewing in Nathaniel's eyes, the struggle between loyalty to his friend and the truth that beckoned him forward. It was a battle that threatened to consume him, tearing at the very fabric of his being.

Finally, breaking the silence, I ventured to speak, my voice laced with concern. "Nathaniel, we can't ignore what's happening. It's not just about your friend anymore; it's about your own integrity, your own sense of justice."

Nathaniel ran a hand through his tousled hair, his gaze fixed on a distant point beyond the study's ornate window. "I know," he replied, his voice heavy