## Hazel's POV
"I understand your concern, Aunt Martha, but I'm not involved in any of this." I paced the length of Sebastian's bedroom, phone pressed to my ear. The morning light filtered through the blinds, casting long shadows across the floor.
"The authorities might not see it that way," Aunt Martha warned. "Your name is on several company documents with Alistair's."
"As a designer, not as a financial partner," I countered, running a hand through my tangled hair. "I never touched the books."
Sebastian watched me from the bed, his eyes tracking my movements. His face remained carefully composed, but the tension in his shoulders betrayed his concern.
"Just be prepared," my aunt sighed. "The Everetts aren't going down without taking others with them."
After promising to call her later, I hung up and sank onto the edge of the bed. Sebastian immediately moved behind me, his strong hands massaging my shoulders.
"Your aunt is worried," he observed.
