Kyle's face went pale for a heartbeat, then he forced a grin that didn't reach his eyes.
"Uncle Gordon," he said fast, too fast, voice sliding into practiced calm, "believe me — I didn't know. The MD is the one who did this. I was unaware."
Gordon's mouth tightened. "What do you think, Kyle? Is it not your responsibility to run your own business? You have one division and you just ruined the family's name."
Chester shot a hand up, trying to smooth, "Brother — it's not that simple."
Gordon didn't soften. "What is done is done, Chester. It's ruined now."
Miles let the silence sit an extra beat, then smirked, the expression small and cold. It spread through the room like frost.
Silvey's fingers tightened on her napkin. For once she didn't try to hide what she felt — a private, slow smile tucked into grief and triumph at the same time.
Chester recovered, voice urgent. "Like my son said, he is not involved. We can prove this in court. We will make the guilty parties pay."
