“If your family is trying to enter my de:ad husband’s home with moving trucks, yes, I can. And I will.”
At that moment, Daniel’s phone began to ring.
His father-in-law’s name appeared on the screen.
Daniel didn’t answer.
But Claire saw the message that arrived right after.
And for the first time all night, her smile broke.
“Mom, please,” Daniel whispered. “You’re hum!liating us in front of everyone.”
Evelyn looked him up and down. The expensive suit, the shining ring, the sweat near his temple.
“You hum!liated yourself when you gave away a house that wasn’t yours.”
Claire squeezed her bouquet so tightly that several white flowers bent.
“You’re exaggerating. My father is only going to store a few things.”
“With moving trucks?”
No one answered.
The hotel’s security chief approached Evelyn.
“Mrs. Carter, we’re already contacting the gatehouse at your estate.”
Evelyn nodded.
“Put the call on speaker.”
Daniel opened his mouth to stop it, but it was too late.
The voice of Peter, the Aspen security manager, came through firm but tense.
“Mrs. Evelyn, there are three vans and one moving truck at the south entrance. They say Mr. Daniel authorized access. They brought mattresses, boxes, and furniture. They also tried to use some keys.”
A murmur moved through the entire ballroom.
Claire glared at Daniel.
