Just like that. They were only a few feet from the door, the low murmur of voices and movement from the pressroom bleeding through, but everything around them seemed to pause.
"What do you mean by that?" he pressed, stepping closer. "We agreed to work together," he continued, anger creeping in now, raw and unfiltered. "When did you decide to go behind my back and work with my father?"
Estelle finally turned her head slightly. "Why are you stopping?" she asked instead, ignoring every word.
Roman's jaw clenched harder, and in one quick step, he moved in front of her, blocking her view entirely. He gripped the armrest of the wheelchair, tight enough that his knuckles whitened. "What the hell do you mean by that?" he snapped, his voice rising despite himself.
A few steps behind them, Magnus's posture shifted, his arms slowly uncrossing as his eyes locked onto the scene. "What's wrong with him?" he muttered under his breath, irritation slipping through. "Don't be stupid, Roman.
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