Hailee's POV
We were all seated having lunch when I heard footsteps coming toward the dining room.
These footsteps sounded different from the staff. The staff always walked softly so they wouldn't make noise, but these were fast and loud. Whoever it was, they were in a hurry.
I frowned and glanced at Callum across the table. His expression changed at once—a deep frown formed on his face. It was clear he already knew who was coming.
A moment later, the door opened. Three elderly men and one elderly woman entered the room. Their clothes were fine and neat, showing their high rank. Their eyes moved over the table—first to Callum, then to me.
And then… to my boys.
The coldness in their gaze made my chest tighten. I frowned, confused and angry all at once. What had my boys done to deserve such hateful stares? They were only children.
The eldest man stepped forward, his gray beard trembling as he spoke. "So, it's true then," he said harshly. "What Montana told us."
