CHRISTIAN
"May I speak now, Grandfather?" Michael asked, leaning forward in his seat, barely containing his anger.
I was certain he couldn't. He was about to explode if he kept it in.
"Go on," Grandfather urged, nodding.
Michael pushed himself to the edge of his seat, linking his hands tightly. "Didn't you even look at the report I sent?" he asked, his face contorted with agitation. "Christian lied about Olivia Carter!"
"Did he?" Grandfather arched his brow. "Christian never claimed anything about her background. We all made our own assumptions—assumptions born from a narrow, misguided mindset." His gaze shifted between Michael and me. "A mindset that changes today. We have already lost so much in this family because of it. I want it to end now."
Michael scoffed, his eyes darkening
