He stayed there for a long time, as if studying something only he understood.

And in that moment, a realization began to form—slow, heavy, undeniable.

This wasn’t about helping my father.

This wasn’t about a simple agreement.

It was something else.

Something deeper.

Something I didn’t fully understand yet—but knew I couldn’t ignore.

My hands shook as the video ended.

But one thing was clear.

I couldn’t stay there any longer.

I gathered my things quickly—documents, phone, anything essential. The contract no longer mattered. Whatever I had agreed to meant nothing if I stayed and lost myself completely.

I waited.

Watched from the window.

The moment his car disappeared beyond the gate, my chest tightened with fear.

Because I knew—

I only had one chance.

I moved quietly, every step careful, every sound too loud in the silence. My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would give me away.

But I didn’t stop.

I opened the door.

And ran.