"I wasn't talking to you... Genevieve."
The words landed like a blade slicing through silence.
The room froze.
Adrian's voice, calm yet deadly, carried an authority that can made every Blake at that table instinctively lower their gaze, except for the ones who still dared to hide a spark of defiance.
Diana and Derek exchanged simultaneous, sharp glances. Their expressions mirrored what everyone else felt: tension coiled so tightly, it was almost visible, a thick rope binding them all in suspense.
Adrian and their mother as always been enemies but for their sake Adrian never raise hus voice at her, though Adrian hadn't raised his voice yet, but his anger was palpable.
"You are being disrespectful, Adrian! Genevieve is your aunt!" Rosalind said, her voice tight, her hands clasping the edge of the table as if it could steady her fury.
