“I WANT HER BACK.” Celeste’s voice rang out sharp and commanding as she paced behind the heavy oak desk. Her heels clicked with each step, her manicured fingers gripping a stack of legal documents.
The private study was filled with books, antique furniture, and tension so thick that it hums through the silence of the room.
“Buntis siya. She’s living with that man from the Fernandez Family. And she’s dragging our name through the mud. This is not how a Velasco behaves.” Litanya ni Celeste. “Nakakahiya ang ginawa niya. Wala ng ibang usapan ang media kundi ang pamilya natin.” Dagdag pa niya.
Napabuntong hininga naman si Henry na nakaupo sa leather chair. Kalmado lamang siya ngunit hindi mo mabasa ang kaniyang iniisip. His silver-rimmed glasses rested on the bridge of his nose, and a cup
