The tension in the grand hall of the Flynn Villa was thick enough to choke the sunlight filtering through the high windows. Auntie Carvel’s heart hammered against her ribs as she faced the matriarch’s icy glare. Beside her, Leo Flynn looked smaller than usual, his shoulders hunched as if expecting a physical blow.
"Mother, we aren't lying to you," Auntie Carvel insisted, her voice trembling but firm. " Sienna bought that property at Maren Villa with her own earnings. She’s worked tirelessly at Prymus Company, and this was her dream."
"Silence!" Nanny Flynn’s voice cracked like a whip across the room. Her eyes, clouded with age but sharp with malice, snapped toward her daughter-in-law. "Did I address you? As a woman married into the Flynn family, have you no sense of propriety? No sense o
