For a long moment, the grand ballroom was completely silent. Every guest seemed to be holding their breath.

All eyes turned toward the source of that commanding voice. Roman walked calmly through the crowd, his presence commanding immediate attention. Nathan began trembling visibly.

"U-Uncle?" Nathan stammered, his voice shaking with fear.

Roman's gaze was ice-cold as he looked at Nathan's raised hand, still frozen in the air. "Tell me," he said, his voice dangerously low, "were you about to strike your aunt?"

Nathan's hand dropped to his side like he'd been burned. The crowd buzzed with confusion and shock. Alexander looked completely bewildered. Evelyn's mind was reeling. Uncle? This was...