Nobody moved.
Nobody spoke.
For the first time since Camille had arrived at the estate, Cassandra Kingsley looked genuinely shaken.
Not surprised.
Not curious.
Shaken.
The color had visibly drained from her face.
Camille noticed immediately.
So did everyone else.
Because powerful people learned how to hide emotions.
And Cassandra Kingsley had just failed.
"Excuse me?"
Her voice was calm.
Too calm.
The staff member swallowed.
"The woman at the gate says she's your daughter."
Silence.
Victor looked around.
Then wisely chose not to speak.
A historic moment.
Elena's eyes narrowed.
Dante remained perfectly still.
Camille felt a strange unease settle in her chest.
Because Cassandra's reaction wasn't confusion.
If someone randomly claimed to be your child, confusion would make sense.
This looked different.
Much different.
Cassandra slowly stood.
"How old is she?"
The question instantly changed everything.
The room froze.
Adrian blinked.
Victor blinked.
