The Sebastian family home was quiet, a heavy silence that felt like the calm before a storm. Victoria was in the living room, nervously organizing magazines on the coffee table, her mind elsewhere. Since Malcolm's death, every interaction felt tense, filled with unspoken feelings.
Daniella burst into the room, her steps quick and determined. Victoria looked up, noticing the anger in her sister-in-law's eyes. Louis followed behind, looking worn out as if he had been waiting for this moment for a while.
“Victoria,” Daniella said sharply, crossing her arms. “We need to talk.”
Victoria set down the magazine and faced her, trying to stay calm. “Daniella, what’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong?” Daniella repeated, her voice rising in disbelief. “You really want to ask me that? My father is dead, Victo
