Frederick's eyes narrowed. "I see what's happening. This is why you've been so eager to play for them, isn't it? It wasn't about hockey at all."
"You don't know what you're talking about," Nathan said.
"I think I do." Frederick's voice hardened. "You've forgotten where your loyalties lie. And now a Blackwood has her hooks in you."
"Dad, stop," Nathan warned.
"How long has this been going on?" Frederick demanded, gesturing to their joined hands. "Is this why you've been refusing to help your family? Because you're sleeping with the enemy?"
"Frederick!" Catherine gasped.
Emma stood, anger overriding caution. "That's enough. Nathan needs rest, not accusations."
"You don't dictate what my son needs," Frederick snapped. "You've manipulated him since day one."
"The only manipulation has
