Ashley turned and walked back into the living room, her steps uneven but fast. I wasn't there anymore, but I could almost feel the shift in the air she carried with her—sharp, restless, like something had already decided its next move.
Harvey sat on the sofa, holding Emma close as if she might fall apart in his arms. The weight in the room was heavy, almost suffocating.
"I've always followed the rules," Harvey said, his voice strained. "I never made enemies in business. So who would go this far to destroy the Miller family? I don't understand."
Then he noticed Ashley. His eyes narrowed slightly. "What's wrong with you? Did something happen?"
Ashley hesitated. I could imagine the way her thoughts twisted, pride fighting against fear. In the end, fear won.
"Dad… maybe it's not you," she said slowly. "Maybe I'm the one who offended someone."
"You?" Harvey frowned, confused. "Who could you possibly offend?"
