"Bullshit!" A furious roar exploded through the hall, cutting through the tension.

Quinton pointed a trembling, furious finger at Andrew, his face twisted with rage. He growled, "Andrew, even now, you're still trying to stir up lies and mislead everyone, aren't you? I see through you. You're just trying to throw the blame elsewhere and walk away clean!"

Andrew instantly put on a wounded expression. "So, even you—my own godson—don't believe me now? Quinton, how could you say that to your godfather? How could you break my heart like this?"

Quinton nearly lost it. His saliva flew as he snapped, veins bulging on his forehead. "Shut up! I said shut the hell up—did you hear me? I'm not your goddamn godson, and you sure as hell aren't my godfather. Stop trying to force that on me!"

He was older than Andrew, yet was constantly being called 'godson'.

He had had enough—the humiliation was unbearable.

Who else in this family had to suffer like this?

Off to the side, Aspen had bee