Augustin’s voice cut through the tension, calm yet impossible to ignore. “Harrison, Dahlia, may I ask you something? Where has the money I sent to my granddaughter gone?”

Harrison swallowed hard, while Dahlia’s lips pressed together, searching for an explanation that did not exist. I tightened my hold on my newborn daughter, feeling my hands tremble with a mixture of fear and anticipation.

“Money?” Harrison asked finally, his voice wavering. “What… what money?”

Augustin straightened, his eyes flashing with a rare fury I had never seen before. “Do not play dumb with me. Liora has not received a single cent. Not one. And I believe I now know why.”