“I assume you’re proud of yourself, Mother.” Gabriel’s voice was low, sharp as a blade cutting through the lavish sitting room.
Victoria Knight, poised in her immaculate white blouse, arched a brow as though he’d accused her of something trivial, like being late for tea. “Proud of what, exactly?” she asked, her tone cool and dismissive.
“You know what.” He advanced toward her, jaw clenched. “The break-in at Jasmine’s house. Don’t insult my intelligence by pretending you had no hand in it.”
I stopped dead in my tracks just outside the doorway, heart racing. I had only come downstairs to check on Lily’s snack, but Gabriel’s words froze me in place. A break-in? At my house? He hadn’t told me anything about this.
Victoria sighed dramatically, waving a manicured hand. “You’re being absurd,
