Beckett’s POV
I watch Vanessa walk away, her heels clicking a rhythmic beat against the plush carpet of the dining room as she vanishes toward the main deck doors. Dominic trails behind her silently, his small shoulders slumped as though he’s trying to shield himself.
My jaw is clenched so tight my teeth ache.
It takes every ounce of my self restraint not to follow her into the corridor and set the record straight. Calling Elodie negligent for taking an emergency at work that she needs to support her daughter is a low blow. But dropping my composure when there are cameras hiding around every corner, or letting Vanessa see how deeply her cheap shots land, would only give her the drama she is so desperate to manufacture.
Beside me, Elodie lets out a soft, shaking breath. I glance down at
