Begging for my child

As Aubrey stood outside the study, her footsteps faltered, caught in a swirling debate of uncertainty. Should she venture inside or stay where she was? In the end, her curiosity won, and she mustered the courage to open the door and step inside. The room fell into a heavy silence as she caught sight of Evan, his attention diverted from the phone call upon seeing her.

"I wa...want to..." Aubrey's voice quivered, her intentions unclear even to herself.

"Have you been in contact with Camila before your return?" Evan's gaze pierced her, brimming with a thousand questions. In his eyes, she could already see the conclusion he had drawn, convinced of her involvement in the crime.

Aubrey nodded hesitantly, her apprehension palpable.

"Last year, I invested both time and money in the development of a chemical that could reduce fuel costs. Although the project was under Mr. Cooper, I discovered that it was largely handled by Camila. The amount of money I invested seemed insignificant every time