POV: Fiona
The dining room was so quiet I could hear the rain hitting the glass windows.
Camilla’s wet piece of paper lay on the expensive rug like a bomb that had just exploded. Everyone stared at it.
Then, Arthur Jordan finally snapped.
"You stupid, arrogant boy!" Arthur roared. He grabbed his heavy walking cane and slammed it against the mahogany table so hard that the crystal water glasses shook.
Maxwell jumped, his face pale white. "Grandfather, please, I can explain…"
"Explain what?!" Arthur screamed, his chest heaving as he pointed a shaking finger at Camilla. "Explain why your cheap mistress is standing in my dining room? Explain why she knows the security codes to my house? You promised me you would end this disgusting affair!"
"I did!" Maxwell lied, his voice sounding
