And in the Blake family, Elias Blake's word was law.
But Rosalind, being Elias's favorite, was not done.
Her face tightened with fury, lips thinning as years of restrained authority clashed violently with public defiance. Slowly, deliberately, she rose to her feet, palms pressing against the edge of the dining table as though steadying herself.
"Elias," she demanded, voice sharp, unyielding, "are you truly going to let this go?"
The temperature in the room dropped.
No one spoke. No one dared or some just enjoy the chaos
The tension spiked so sharply it felt almost tangible, like the air itself had been pulled taut, stretched thin between pride and power. Every member of the Blake family instinctively understood one thing...
If Elias wavered now, the hierarchy would fracture.
Elias did not even turn to look at her.
"I just said this matter is over," he replied calmly, his voice low but absolute. "Now sit down."
Two short sentences.
