r your own son?" Frank's voi
her tone glacial. "She is the lady of this house. You
e, to his father. "Dad
cigar, the smoke unfurling in a pale ribbon abo
fact, I'm seriously considering whether you are fit to
e a physical blow. He s
asped. "You'
holding up his tablet. The screen glowed with a damning headline: 'Walters Heir's Airport Tryst with Preg
splashed across the internet, a caricature o
relentless, "if you insist on divorcing Cam
g the weight of h
nd your position as my heir, will be s
sinheritance. Th
he couldn't breathe. He bumped into a mahogany credenza
dawning horror in his eyes, as if he was only
d her finger, the only sign of the turbulent emotions swirling beneath her calm surface. The family's unified suppo
was trapped. Without the Walters name, th
voice a hoarse whisper. "What
m eased, just a fracti
-like. "First, that woman leaves this house
logize to Camille. A
t in public. You will attend events together. You will smile for the camer
, his knuckles white. Each demand was a fresh
oke again. Her voice was quiet, but
isag
the room swive
her own eyes clear and resolute. "I still
sink in befor
is is over." She paused, her gaze sweeping over the powerful family that was now, in a s
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