Otthen’s face hardened, but he forced himself to keep his voice steady. “Dad, you’re getting this wrong,” he said, his tone almost pleading. “Everyone is misunderstanding my intentions here. Cynthia was very sick. Her doctor told me she needed care and support. Where else could I have taken her if not the Neor mansion?”
Hedrick scoffed, his eyes narrowing. “An apartment, Otthen! You could have arranged an apartment, a separate place. Why the mansion?”
Otthen’s frustration flared. “And who would have looked after her there? She needed someone close by—”
Hedrick cut him off, his voice filled with disbelief. “That is none of my concern, Otthen! Her care is not your responsibility!”
Otthen’s eyes flashed, and he took a step forward, lowering his voice. “When Cambrik was left alone and help
