a firm, polite knock. The butl
quests your presence in the nursery." His voice was respe
of anxiety. He straightened his collar, shot A
eath and followed. Th
unniest room on the ground floor, co
ressed in a dark Chanel suit. It was Camila Rivera. She held a blackwoo
es, the matriarch skipped any emotional pleasantries. She gave Alicia a brief, reassuring nod and immediately instruc
care, Camila turned her wrathful attention to her grandson. There was no he
ure in the room by several degrees. "I hear you're planning to
dma, this is between her and
care what her identity is. I only know that she is my grandson's leg
him. She really didn't know. She had absolutely no idea she had given bir
sed with the family lineage. If just two babies were enough to make the matriarch defend Alicia this
ver, permanently trapped as a mistress. No. Th
ing as she looked at the sleeping infants. She
f the past week, he hadn't e
answer Camila needed. He
led with rage. "Barron Rivera! Do you have any regard for
rought it down hard acros
k! C
hitting his expensive
nt without a sound. It was an unwritten rule of the Rivera fam
lowered their heads,
agined Camila would be so forcef
being publicly disciplined like a misbehaving boy, A
ised the
Alicia rushed forward, sprea
don't!" sh
less than an inch
licker of surprise and ap
back of the woman protecting him. His expr
? The woman he had just h
hment had been sufficient. She turned to Camila. "Grandma, h
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