Juliet didn’t know when she had dropped to her knees, but there she was trembling, desperate, broken. She dragged herself toward Asher like a child begging for her life, ignoring the ash on her palms or the judgmental eyes watching her. “Please, Asher…” her voice cracked, thick with tears. “Please… save my parents.” Asher didn’t flinch. His face remained emotionless — cold, detached. Not even a flicker of empathy danced in his eyes. He coughed once, not out of weakness but as if mocking her weakness. This… this was the same woman who once dared to stand above him? He stared at her, thinking back to everything she had done in the past. Not only what she had done to these sick people. The humiliation of his parents and her infidelity. Juliet must think he had taken it lightly but Asher had only let her be because his mother asked for mercy on her behalf. But then, he knew the kind of woman Juliet was. She was going to slip again and Asher knew it. But he had promised to be there when sh