Tryson's words lingered in the air, echoing in the silence that followed. The room seemed to hold its breath, each person grappling with the weight of what had been said.
It was as if the very walls themselves had absorbed his words, and for a subtle, fleeting moment, they all came to the quiet realization that perhaps Tryson had been right in his assessment of the situation.
The tension in the room was palpable, and it was clear that everyone was contemplating the gravity of what was at stake.
Sophia, breaking the silence, spoke with a quiet but undeniable force. "Angel was indeed hurt by the information. You all disappointed her deeply with what happened," she said, her gaze steady, locking onto each person in the room.
Her words cut through the air like a sharp blade, revealing a truth they couldn't deny.
Tryson, unable to avoid the truth of her words, felt a pang of guilt rise within him.
