"Grandfather has a soft heart and often avoids speaking harsh truths," Camilla remarked, her captivating eyes narrowing slightly as she observed the increasingly stormy expression on grandpa Porter's face.
A frosty glint shimmered in her gaze.
"But I'm different."
She lifted her teacup and took a deliberate sip before continuing, her voice smooth yet edged with steel.
"In my view, respect is earned, not given."
Grandpa Porter's brow furrowed sharply at her merciless words, his face darkening further.
His piercing glare sent a palpable chill through the room, freezing the assembled guests in place.
Yet Camilla remained utterly unfazed, her beautiful eyes cool and indifferent.
"As for this engagement banquet," she went on, her tone deceptively gentle but her eyes devoid of warmth, "if the Porter family is willing to acknowledge it, the Luther Family won't object."
She paused, letting the icy weight of her next words settle.
