Anna's POV
I quickly poured myself a glass of water to calm my nerves, feeling my heart about to leap out of my chest. In my mind, Marcus Murphy had always embodied stability, reliability, and integrity—an uncle I could trust without question. But now, his meaning-laden gaze and ambiguous words stirred unprecedented unease within me, a sense of disillusionment washing over me.
"Uncle Marcus, what are you saying? I don't understand." I struggled to maintain my composure, forcing a smile while desperately changing the subject. "By the way, this restaurant's signature dish is really exceptional.
You should definitely try more of it."
Marcus simply smiled without responding, his gaze seeming to penetrate my facade. I couldn't bring myself to meet his eyes.
"I'll be sure to savor it," he finally replied, his deep voice tinged with amusement.
