"How could you possibly not know?"
Mrs. Porter's face was a portrait of urgency and suspicion.
"You clearly saw Sandra this afternoon!"
Mr. Porter's heart lurched, his head snapping up.
How did this woman know he had met Sandra?
His gaze turned dark and piercing as he studied Mrs. Porter, searching for any tell in her expression.
But her eyes were a storm of emotions—too many to decipher.
Swallowing his unease, he lowered his lashes and feigned composure.
"If I'd seen Sandra, I would've dragged her back to the Porter family for my father to deal with.
Why would I stay silent and protect her?"
Given Mr. Porter's temperament, that was exactly how he would have treated Sandra.
Which was precisely why his current behavior was all the more suspicious.
Seeing that he still refused to admit it, Madam Porter's eyes darkened.
"Then answer me this," she said, lips pressed tight, her slightly reddened eyes boring into him.
"Where is the phone you always use?"
