Chapter 82 The Revelation

• I thought he would kick them out. Every fiber of my being braced for it. My father, standing there with desperation in his eyes, and Clara, whose smugness could light up the entire room. But Silvio? He didn’t move.
• He stood frozen, staring at them like he was carved from stone. My throat tightened as I looked up at him, waiting for the storm to erupt. Instead, he turned his head slowly, his dark eyes locking onto my father.
• “What is it?” he spat, his tone sharp enough to cut glass.