Kurtis POV..
"Grant, don’t act like you’re innocent when the numbers scream otherwise." My voice cut through the tension like a knife, sharp and uncompromising.
The dining room, usually the heart of warm family meals and shared memories, felt colder than the boardroom today. Everyone sat around the mahogany table, their expressions ranging from confused to furious. Lyra stood at the far end, her arms crossed and her gaze locked on me, a silent pillar of strength.
Grant’s chair scraped loudly against the polished floor as he stood abruptly. His face was red with anger, and his hands were clenched into fists. "You have some nerve calling this meeting, Kurtis. I’ve built this company alongside Dad! And now, you’re trying to throw me under the bus with baseless accusations?"
"Baseles
