2:45 P.M. Carter Mansion

The shattered teacup lay scattered across the marble floor.

Silence.

No one moved.

No one spoke.

Richard Carter stared at the broken porcelain as though he'd seen a ghost.

"Richard?"

Elizabeth frowned.

"What's wrong?"

Richard blinked.

Almost immediately, the shock disappeared from his face.

He forced a smile.

"Nothing."

"My hand slipped."

Vivienne frowned.

That wasn't like Richard.

He never lost his composure.

Not even during business crises.

Yet one name...

Ethan Cole.

...had drained every drop of color from his face.

Damian noticed it too.

His sharp eyes remained fixed on Richard.

"You know him?"

Richard chuckled a little too quickly.

"Ethan?"

"No."

"The name...