CHAPTER 92

ARIA’S POV

Suddenly, the door bursts open. My brothers, Neal and Nathan, accompanied by my dad, storm into my room with a sense of urgency. Their faces are etched with concern, mirroring the worry in their eyes as they hurriedly approach me.

Neal's hand clutches mine tightly, while Nathan's brows furrow with anxiety and they speak in unison.

“Aria! Are you okay, my little sister?”

Thereafter, my dad's voice trembles slightly as he asks if I'm okay, his fear for my well-being palpable in the air. Their presence fills me with a rush of emotions—gratitude for their concern, relief at their arrival, but also a pang of guilt for causing them worry.

“I’m fine…”

I'm engulfed in their embrace, feeling overwhelmed as I realize I've narrowly escaped death. The warmth of their arms around me offers a sense of safety and comfort, grounding me in the reality of the moment. In their embrace, I find solace, gratitude, and an overwhelming sense of relief.

“I know who did this to you!”

Neal's anger is