In front of Clyde stood Dean and Jacklin, their expressions grim, shoulders stiff as if bracing for a blow. The air inside the study was thick and heavy.
"Little Uncle, just tell us the truth. You are only pitying him, right?" Jacklin said at last, her voice carrying both hesitation and determination. Her fingers twisted together in front of her, betraying her nerves despite her bold words.
Dean nodded beside her, jaw clenched. "You aren't really interested in Emile's friend, are you? You are just helping him get a foothold in the Ramsy family, right? Bringing him into the old mansion, donating the library and lab to QC university so the rule could be changed… Don't you see you are favouring him too much? In other people's eyes, it might look very different."
"What about Asena then?" Jacklin added. "Wouldn't she mistake your kindness to him for something else?"
