The Third Person's POV
“Alright, then. I'm just an old man now—not much help to any of you anyway,” Lance murmured, his weathered hand reaching out to pat Aria's.
His voice was soft, but it carried an unquestionable weight.
“Aria is the one I cherish most. She's talented in her own way. But she gave up everything for you and the pups. And I hope she made the right choice. And as for you, you'll always cherish her no less than I do.”
He paused, casting a stern, steady look toward Julian.
“Now that she's finally doing what she actually wants. I don't want to see anyone stand in her way. Whatever she does, I'll always have her back.”
Lance turned back to Aria, his features softening into a warm, crinkled smile as he clasped her hands tightly in his.
The words hit Aria like a physi
