Stella knelt on the carpet in front of the coffee table, stealing glances at the three imposing figures glaring at her from the couch—her father, her aunt, and her uncle.

It felt like three mountains were pressing down on her, making it hard to breathe.

Standing behind her, Melford was equally startled by this intense interrogation scene.

Although he hadn't done anything wrong, he couldn’t shake the feeling that at least half of Olivier, Chelsea, and Daley’s collective wrath was directed at him…

The heavy silence dragged on until Olivier finally spoke, his voice deep and stern.

“Getting bold, huh? Stirring up trouble with your uncle now? Apologize.”

He was...