Evelyn's POV
Sitting directly across from Nathan, with my father at the head of the table, was the kind of discomfort I couldn't put into words.
It wasn't just awkward—it was unbearable. I was sure Nathan had no idea what this dinner was really about, and neither did I.
I had no idea if Nathan knew, but I believed he also had no idea about the dinner too because I knew he wouldn't come.
But one thing was clear: we weren't here to play happy family.
My father wasn't one for meaningless gestures, and yet here we were, sitting together like this was some sort of reunion. It was absurd.
I avoided Nathan's gaze like my life depended on it. One wrong move—one lingering glance—and my father would notice.
Sebastian Miller was no fool. He could sniff out secrets better than a
