The Luther Family Ancestral Residence.
"Disgraceful!"
Grandpa Luther hurled the photographs at Jonathan, his piercing eyes blazing with fury.
"Explain yourself!
Who is this woman?!"
The photos captured intimate moments—Jonathan embracing Tamara, comforting her, even feeding her.
To an outsider, they could easily be mistaken for a devoted couple.
Uncle Carlos kept his head bowed, suppressing a heavy sigh.
At last, Jonathan understood why his father had summoned him home in such haste.
His hands clenched into fists at his sides.
Which reckless media outlet dared to stalk and photograph him?
They had a death wish!
"Father, please let me explain—"
"With evidence staring you in the face, what explanation could possibly suffice?"
Grandpa Luther's face darkened as he violently swept a teacup off the table, sending it shattering to the floor.
"Do you take me for a senile old fool, easily deceived by your lies?"
