Aurora stared at the screen, frozen.
Her breath hitched as she watched the video.
It was Theodore.
In the footage, he stood stiffly, clearly uncomfortable, while Director Shawn hovered too close behind him.
Aurora's heart pounded painfully in her chest as the video continued.
The man's disgusting hands roamed places no one had any right to touch.
Theodore flinched but didn't fight back—he just stood there, his expression blank like he had gone completely numb.
Aurora's fingers curled into fists, nails digging into her palms.
So this is why he looked so broken. This is why he said he hated that man...
Tears blurred her vision, but they weren't from sadness. They were from rage.
Director Shawn hadn't just bullied her brother—he had violated him.
Her brother, who smiled through everything, who took beatings on camera and stayed strong... had suffered silently through something so vile.
