"I might have helped them. Guided them. Even supported them in becoming an entrepreneur."
Her gaze locked onto his. "But you…"
There was a pause. "I hold a grudge against you."
The words hit him unexpectedly. "A grudge?"
Aurora's lips curved faintly, though there was no warmth in her expression. "Do you remember your childhood?"
Miller's brows furrowed. "You once had an admirer."
Her voice dropped slightly, slower now, deliberate. "And you stood there… watching… while she was beaten by a group of people."
The air seemed to freeze. "You did nothing."
Her eyes turned colder. "I hate people like that."
Each word felt like a blade. "So I decided to act accordingly."
With that, she leaned back, signaling the end of the conversation.
Miller stood there, stunned. 'That… that incident…?'
His mind raced, fragments of forgotten memories surfacing. The frightened Olivia. A chaotic scene. His own silence.
'I… I didn't… I just…'
