Lilian's POV
The familiar voice froze my blood in my veins. My father. Here, at Augusto's company.
My stomach dropped as the pieces clicked into place. The strange stares from employees, the whispered conversations that stopped when I passed—he had already been here, causing a scene.
I rushed toward the elevators just as my father emerged, chasing a woman while hurling accusations at the top of his lungs.
"You disgraceful husband-stealer! My daughter had a perfect marriage until you wormed your way into it like some cheap predator!"
His voice echoed through the pristine lobby, drawing shocked stares from every direction.
"You have no shame, do you? Instead of earning an honest living, you throw yourself at married men like some desperate social climber!"
The woman he was terrorizing looked fragile and ethereal, her silky hair cascading over her shoulders as she backed away from his verbal assault. Her delicate features made her appear almost breakable under his harsh words.
