Chapter 131 Sophia's Fault

"Hey, kiddo," Michael’s brother said, winking at the camera. His voice was light, but his tone carried a weight that only Michael could understand. The room was tense, with reporters leaning in, pens poised, cameras zooming closer to catch every flicker of emotion. The atmosphere was suffocating, but Michael’s mother took her seat seating tall in her chair, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Her face carried a mixture of regret, determination, and hope.