The gentle buzz of discussion in the Wills family estate dining room faded as Tyler stormed through the spacious hallways, his mouth set and his strides purposeful.

The quiet click of his shoes on the smooth floor reflected his growing irritation.

The weight of what he'd overheard pressed on him, with each word of Margaret's gossip about Samantha replaying in his head.

He opened the double doors to the parlor without knocking. Margaret was near the grand piano, with an exquisite tea set on the tiny table in front of her.

She looked up, shocked by the intrusion, but her surprise soon changed into a smug smile.

"Tyler," she greeted,...