Chapter 75:I would’ve fought

(Scarlett's POV) Hunter walked silently beside me. His sharp eyes scanned our surroundings, his protective stance as constant as his shadow. Roman’s insistence that he accompany me grated more than I cared to admit, but I wasn't about to argue. Roman didn't relent when it came to my safety. The sanatorium loomed ahead like a fortress of bitterness and deceit. As we approached, voices filtered out from an open window, low and hurried. My steps faltered, motioning for Hunter to stay back. “We must detain her,” Sarah’s voice hissed, brittle with desperation. “We have no choice now. She will help Grace, whether she wants to or not.” I felt a sharp pang of irritation and rolled my eyes. Of course. They never quit scheming. “But mother," Daniel’s tone was uncertain, hesitant. "If we force her, Scarlett could—” “Enough!” Alexander snapped, his voice barely containing his frustration. “Grace is dying! Scarlett refuses to help. We’ll keep her here until she agrees. End of discussion!” My