Amber's POV:
Just as I was about to leave for campus, my father's voice thundered through the hallway again. I could practically feel the walls shake from his anger. Ugh. What now?
I sighed, mentally preparing myself for yet another lecture. As I made my way to his study, heels clicking against the pristine marble floors, I caught sight of one of the maids who quickly looked away, her face pinched with worry. Everyone knew when my father was in a bad mood, and the whole household braced for impact. I couldn't help but wonder what had him worked up this time—after all, wasn't the morning's fiasco mess enough?
When I finally entered his study, he was standing behind his desk, scrolling through his phone, jaw clenched so tightly it looked like it might crack. I didn't need to ask to know what he was looking at. The video. The very video I thought would have faded by now, just another flash-in-the-pan scandal. But apparently, it was doing the exact opposite.
