Sandy's POV
The car came to a halt, and I stepped out immediately, positioning myself before the main entrance of his packhouse. Even from this distance, I could observe people streaming toward the backyard area.
They wore somber black attire appropriate for mourning, a stark contrast to my appearance, which resembled a vibrant sunflower in full bloom.
"There's no need for you to concern yourself with this situation. You should retreat to your quarters and remain there while I handle these matters."
Charles positioned himself beside me, speaking in hushed tones.
I shifted my gaze leftward, choosing to fix my stare on his profile. This man consistently placed me in impossible situations.
Now everyone present would assume I was celebrating my father-in-law's death because his son had betrayed me so thoroughly.
A sour sensation filled my mouth.
If this fool intended to abandon me, why had he made Dominic into an even more dangerous adversary?
