A deafening silence filled the living hall, thick and suffocating.
Kathrine and Ethan sat on one side of the couch, their eyes fixed on Daniel with open scrutiny. On the other side, Daniel returned the stare just as steadily, his posture calm but guarded, like he was mentally preparing for either a confession or a boxing match.
It felt less like a conversation—
And more like a silent interrogation.
"Haha… why does this feel like some kind of intense staring competition?" Anna laughed nervously, glancing from one face to another. "Are we handing out prizes or—"
Kathrine shot her a sharp look.
Anna immediately shut up.
The room somehow grew colder.
"How long?" Kathrine asked, her voice dangerously quiet as she turned fully toward her sister. "How long have you known that he was Uncle George's son?"
Her eyes hardened, dark with something between betrayal and disbelief.
Anna swallowed.
