[: 3rd POV :]
The hall had barely recovered from the thunderous emotions of Daniel and his mother's reunion when a chill swept through the grand room.
The nobles, still reeling from witnessing the miracle of mother and son reunited, stiffened as their eyes fell on Jivian Valcroft.
He had collapsed to his knees, pale, trembling, eyes wide with terror.
His arrogance had been stripped away in an instant, replaced with raw, animalistic fear.
No words could leave his throat.
Every muscle in his body screamed to flee, yet he remained frozen, as though the very air had conspired against him.
Daniel's gaze turned cold.
Violet eyes, glowing faintly under the chandelier light, locked onto the man who had dared to try to enslave his mother's soul.
The silence was deafening.
Even the tiniest sound of a dropped wine glass seemed amplified as the room collectively held its breath.
"You… tried to manipulate her,"
