Alfonso's voice cracked through the air like a whip.
"Young man, when were you planning to tell this family that you destroyed Mr. Jomari's iPad, worth one million, two hundred thousand dollars?"
"What?!"
The table erupted in a sharp and horrified gasps, except for Luzon, who merely clenched his jaw. He'd seen the email the day before, but had been too busy addressing this own nightmare.
Julio didn't even flinch at his grandfather's harsh tone. "I didn't destroy anything," he said flatly, still glued to his phone. "That bitch did. And now she's trying to blame me."
Luzon slammed his fist against the table, jolting plates and hearts alike.
"Watch your mouth, Julio," he barked. "I will not tolerate that kind of filthy word on this table."
