Grayson looked at Betty and sighed.
His gaze lingered on her face. Whatever chance there had been to soften this conversation had slipped through his fingers the second she opened her mouth.
Veronica opened her mouth, clearly ready to step in, but Betty didn’t give her the chance.
“Don’t,” Betty said sharply, lifting her hand without turning to look at her. “Please don’t start taking his side.”
Veronica stiffened, caught off guard. “Betty—”
“No,” Betty cut in again, finally turning, her eyes blazing. “I know how this goes. You’ll start explaining. Excusing him. Making it sound reasonable.”
Veronica inhaled, steadying herself. When she spoke, her voice was calm. “I’m not taking Grayson’s side. I’m trying to understand what happened so we can settle this without it turning into somethi
