The air felt charged, as if the tension could ignite with a spark.
The two men stared each other down.
Steven's expression was frosty, his entire posture tense with hostility like a cornered leopard. In contrast, Matthew seemed utterly at ease, almost dismissive.
Despite his composed demeanor, Matthew's eyes held a hint of mockery, as if Steven didn't even register as a threat.
This only stoked Steven's anger.
Olivia stood up first. "Dad, Mom, Grandpa, it's getting late. Matthew and I should head out."
Before they could leave, Yasmine spoke up. "Olivia, come with me for a moment. I have something for you."
Olivia nodded.
She stood beside Matthew, who remained seated. Casually, she rested a hand on his shoulder and leaned down to whisper in his ear, "Wait for me in the car. I'll be
