Hearing his brother words Uncle Festus stood there for a moment, blinking slowly. It was clear the statement had shaken him. But he was smart enough to know when not to push further. He didn't want to look petty or bitter—not in front of everyone, not when the family dynamics were already shifting in Oliver's favor.
So, swallowing down his frustration and straightening his shoulders, he forced a smile a crooked one at that and nodded. "No problem then. Since you've made that decision, who am I to say no?"
At that moment, hearing what Cora's father had just said in full support of Oliver staying in the house, Clinton's expression hardened immediately. His jaw clenched so tightly that a faint crack could almost be heard in the silence. His nostrils flared, and his eyes burned with barely concealed fury. It was like someone had just poured fuel into a fire he was desperately trying to keep under control.
