At the farmhouse…
It was almost ten at night when Keith finally arrived at the farmhouse. As he stepped inside, he found Claudia waiting for him in the dimly lit hall, a half-empty glass of wine clutched tightly in her hand. She looked tense, her posture rigid, her gaze cold and piercing as it landed on him.
"Claudia!" He stopped short, squinting at her in frustration. "Why did you drag me here at this hour? I told you to be patient, to wait a few days."
Claudia glared at him, his words intensifying her simmering fury. With a sharp movement, she slammed the glass down on the table, spilling a splash of wine. "Wait?" she hissed. "You think I can afford to wait? Do you have any idea how serious things have gotten?" Her voice was low and urgent. "Theodore is all set to expose me. He knows everything about me – my lies, the secrets we kept hidden for so long. And he is threatening me now to hand me the footage. Or else, he will show Gina the paternity test result."
