For a moment, nobody moved.
Alexander Sinclair stood at the bottom of the staircase with the confidence of a man who believed the entire world still belonged to him.
Camille stared at him.
Dante stood directly in front of her.
Chanel remained beside her father, gripping his hand as if she was afraid he might disappear again.
Cassandra was silent.
The room felt suffocating.
Alexander's eyes moved slowly across all of them before returning to Camille.
"Your mother left you something far more dangerous than money."
Camille's voice was steady.
"Stop speaking in riddles."
Alexander smiled.
"Still impatient."
"I've had enough."
Dante glanced at her.
She stepped around him.
He immediately reached for her hand.
She squeezed it.
"I need to hear this."
His eyes searched hers.
Then he nodded.
Alexander chuckled.
"Brave girl."
"Don't call me that."
Something about her voice made him stop smiling.
Camille looked directly at him.
