The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Celeste stood there, shocked, her face pale as she stared at him.

Blood dripped steadily from Nathaniel's arm—drip, drip, drip—pooling on the floor.

And yet, his expression remained unchanged, his deep, fathomless eyes fixed on her, unwavering.

He didn't even flinch, his voice calm, almost tender, as he asked, "Honey, is this enough?"

Celeste remained unmoved.

She bit down hard on her lip, standing just a meter ...