Brandon’s pov ;
I heard the loud crash from Rey’s room upstairs, I barely contained my irritation.
I glanced at Christopher, who was calmly seated, appearing unbothered by the commotion.
With a tight nod to the butler, I signaled for him to check on her. If she kept up this behavior, I wouldn’t have her threatening our family’s reputation, adopted daughter or not.
Once it was quiet, I turned back to Christopher. Unlike most of the wealthy heirs in our circles, he stood out for always following traditions. He had a serenity about him, an elegance that seemed untouched by the troubles of this world. At moments, he seemed almost as if he belonged to another time.
After concluding our meeting, I escorted him out through the garden.
I finally broke the silence. “To be honest
