Luther Family Estate.
Camilla paused outside the living room, hearing the unmistakable fury in Grandpa Luther's voice.
"Turning this household upside down—for some shameless woman and a bastard child?!"
Grandpa's words dripped with barely contained rage.
"You useless, bumbling fool!
You've disgraced the Luther name beyond repair!"
"Father—"
Jonathan's voice was low, weighed down with guilt.
"I know I was wrong."
"Wrong?
What good does that do now?!"
Grandpa's face was etched with disappointment and stern disapproval.
"Can you undo decades of neglect toward Sinclair and his mother?
You've been blind—utterly blinded by your own stupidity!"
With a sharp motion, he raised his cane and brought it down hard.
"I ought to beat some sense into you—"
The dull thuds of impact echoed relentlessly through the room.
It didn't take a genius to guess what was happening inside.
Camilla's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly as she turned to leave.
