The sky had barely started to lighten, but the atmosphere in the Fox family mansion was already thick enough to cut with a knife.
Old Mrs. Fox sat in the main seat of the front hall, her face thunderous. Her fingers were clamped so tight around the pearl bracelet in her hand that her knuckles went white.
Evelyn stood off to one side, twisting the hem of her dress so hard the fabric wrinkled. Panic swam in her eyes, but she forced her expression to stay calm, straining to put on that well-behaved, sensible act she was so good at.
Finley sat on the sofa nearby, dressed in a sharp black suit. His features were sharp and icy, and a clear "stay the hell away from me" vibe rolled off him in waves.
His voice was cold and hard, not a single shred of mercy to be found.
"Grandma, she targeted
