And everyone in the room knew it.
From the dining area, Rodriguez and Dante could hear the exchange spilling faintly through the walls. Santiago, still seated at the table and mid-bite, glanced toward the sitting room with an unreadable expression. He did not intervene, not yet. His hand brushed lightly against the edge of the table, a small, almost imperceptible signal that he was aware of every word, every movement, every heartbeat in the next room.
In the sitting area, Daniella allowed herself a small, satisfied smile. She had held her ground. The D'Negro family, wealthy, entitled, and arrogant, had just learned a hard truth: in this house, the lady, pregnant or not, was untouchable.
And no one, not even they, would be allowed to forget it.
Santiago's voice cut through the heavy silence of the sitting area like a blade wrapped in velvet. "What brings you over here?"
