The room fell silent.
Aaron's smile vanished. "If you insist on using your so-called qualifications as a bargaining chip, then this conversation is meaningless."
"As everyone knows, my grandfather is Selina's true elder. Tell me—" Aaron's voice was phrased as a question, but carried no trace of doubt. "And you are… who, exactly?"
Charles, Aaron's grandfather, was Selina's legitimate elder. But Matt? What was he?
Bloodline? None. Matt was an adopted son, the child of the Hill Family's chauffeur. He shared no blood with Charles, and therefore had no claim of kinship with Charles's granddaughter.
Without blood ties, what right did Matt have to order Selina around and steal her room?
The air grew heavy, tension sharp as a blade. Matt's face flushed a sickly green, veins bulging at his temples as he pressed his lips tight, barely restraining himself from exploding.
