Dennis Williams walked in like he hadn’t seen the storm brewing, calm as ever. He took a seat at the kitchen table, acting like nothing was wrong, and asked, “Hey, have you had breakfast yet?”
The elder Mr. Williams—his grandfather—had been fuming all morning. At Dennis’s casual question, he finally exploded: “You’ve got the nerve to ask me about breakfast? I swear, you’re trying to give me a heart attack!”
Dennis just shrugged, totally unfazed. “Come on, Grandpa. What did I even do? I’ve just been working, traveling for business, not getting into trouble, and I haven’t even let your dogs eat anything weird lately. Isn’t saying I’m trying to kill you a bit much?”
Grandpa’s face turned red, a vein pulsing at his temple. “Don’t you try to dodge the question. What happened at that dinner party last night? I heard you went public with your relationship! Defended some woman in front of everyone, even got into it with Jonathan Allen! That woman—”
Dennis cut him off smoothly, like he knew exactly what was coming. “She has a name, Grandpa. It’s Camila Davis. You can call her Camila. She’s the woman I love.”
Grandpa was about to blow a gasket. “She—”
Dennis’s tone softened, but there was pride there too. “She’s amazing, Grandpa. She’s a brilliant doctor, learned from Dr. Morris himself, and even the old generals at Fort Braddock respect her. Now, she’s been accepted into the Cabinda Research Institute, about to start work there. With her talent, she’ll probably end up on a secret team someday. Honestly, with a granddaughter-in-law this outstanding, aren’t you proud?”
Grandpa, who’d always prided himself on being calm and collected, could barely hold in a string of curses. Was Dennis really siding with her over his own family now?
He scowled. “Proud? Why would I be proud? She’s divorced—”
Before he could finish, Dennis nodded. “Yeah, Camila had a rough break. Bad luck, not her fault. She was married to a real jerk, Grandpa. He cheated on her, flaunted his mistress and their kid right in front of her, and drove her to rock bottom. But she got away—and met me.”
Grandpa was so mad he could barely speak, but every time he tried, Dennis cut him off. Now Grandpa just glared, gripping his cane, ready to swing it.


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