Salome’s POV
"Do you plan on destroying every bit of respect this family has left before the week is over?"
The voice boomed through the foyer, heavy and sharp. Rigoberto Richardson was back. Barnabas’s father didn't just walk into a room; he took it over. He had cut his business trip short the moment the news reached him, and his face was a mask of pure fury. He stood in the centre of the drawing room, glaring at his son like Barnabas was a stranger who had just set the house on fire.
"I leave for ten days," Rigoberto growled. His eyes were fixed on Barnabas, who looked like he wanted to vanish into the floorboards. "Ten days, and I come back to find our name dragged through the mud. You didn't just embarrass your wife. You turned this pack into a joke for the entire internet to laugh
