After watching her uncle walk away, tall and composed in his usual stiff stride, Jacklin let out a long, deflated sigh. Her shoulders sagged as she leaned on the marble pillar, fingers flying over her phone. She barely noticed her surroundings, still fixated on the unexpected reaction or rather, lack of reaction from her famously composed uncle.
"Dean, he didn't react as we expected… what should we do?" she texted her cousin, her fingers clenched around the phone.
Only a handful of people knew the full story behind the infamous rumours circling about their uncle, Clyde Du Pont. The powerful, cold-blooded patriarch of the Du Pont family. Jacklin and her cousin were among those rare few. And their uncle had gone easy on his father. Jacklin had to admit that if it had been her, she might have torn their wretched grandfather apart herself.
