"Father," Jonathan's face darkened, his expression a turbulent mix of emotions.
"Grandpa Porter."
When his gaze fell on Calvin and Taylor, an unmistakable flicker of discomfort crossed his eyes.
Family scandals shouldn't be aired in public.
Did Sinclair deliberately keep these outsiders here just to humiliate them?!
"Grandfather, grandpa Porter" Behind Jonathan, Margaret wheeled in Tyler whose pallid face betrayed his unease.
Though they had braced themselves for this moment, facing it now still sent a ripple of panic through them.
Grandpa Luther lifted his heavy-lidded eyes, his silence more oppressive than any words.
Sometimes, silence cut deeper than speech. The trio grew even more visibly unsettled.
The main players of the first act had all arrived.
Calvin leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips as his peach-blossom eyes gleamed with undisguised amusement.
Taylor remained impassive, his expression as calm and unreadable as ever.
