Finally, the meal ended, and Amelia excused herself, feeling the weight of the evening's events. While the family gathered for a cheerful conversation in the main living room, Louisa quietly excused herself, her gaze lingering on Lina's father, Marcus. She ascended the stairs to her room, pacing with mounting frustration. A moment later, the door creaked open and Marcus walked in.
“Why have you refused to see me all this while?” Louisa almost yelled, her eyes blazing.
“Louisa, I’ve been swamped with business—” Marcus began, but Louisa cut him off, her jaw tight.
“I made you who you are! I gave you a purpose the moment I entered the Kristeen family. And now, my own blood brother ignores me?”
“I’m sorry,” Marcus said, trying to placate her. “What’s going on?”
Louisa huffed, “Because of
