Irene’s hands clenched into fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms as she stared at Daniel.
“That’s not what I meant!” she snapped, voice rising slightly. “I wasn’t talking about you!
She shouted as she lifted her eyes to Daniel, voice trembling with barely contained rage.
“And what? Who told you I am some crazy drunk or whatever nonsense you think about me?
And how could you even say that in front of my children?”
Her words landed sharp, her chest heaving as her jaw tightened.
Daniel leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, his expression unreadable but his dark eyes glinting with amusement.
“Ah… I can say whatever I want, Irene,” he said softly, each word deliberate. “This is my house and I can decide what is said and what isn’t.
Now… shall we move on?” He continued wit
