Valerie sighed, her shoulders sagging in resignation. Her grandmother's gaze had turned icy, piercing Mr. Domnic with a fierce intensity.
What now? Valerie wondered, her mind racing with the implications.
From her grandmother's own explanation, Mr. Domnic hadn't been entirely wrong. Recca and Nicholas's social differences had driven a wedge between them. It was simply a case of two people not meant to be together.
The tension in the room was evident, like a spark waiting to ignite.
"So, why aren't you signing the deal with her?" Granny Wright asked, her voice low and menacing, her eyes blazing with a fierce glare.
Mr. Domnic's expression remained impassive, but a hint of wariness crept into his eyes.
Valerie sensed a deeper conflict brewing, one that went beyond a simple business transaction.
"She might be your granddaughter, but I have rules, Recca, and I'm sure she understands," Mr. Domnic replied, his voice firm but kind.
