Why was Jim looking at her that way

Hardin's POV

As I settled into the cozy chair near the window, I carefully positioned my telescope, ensuring that it remained hidden from Freda's sight. Watching her train discreetly had become a ritual for me, a way to witness her growth without intruding on her journey.

Freda had always been determined to prove herself and to show me that she was capable of defending herself. It was this drive that led me to send her to my brother Jim for training. As much as I wanted to be the one to guide her, my demanding work schedule left me with little time to spare.

Through the lens of the telescope, I marveled at Freda's dedication. Her movements were swift and precise, a testament to the hours she had spent honing her skills. Each swing of her weapon, each defensive maneuver, spoke volumes about her determination and passion.

As I watched her, a mix of emotions swirled within me. Pride welled up in my chest, knowing that she was taking charge of her destiny. But there was also a tinge of sa