Frederico, who had been silent until then, lifted his gaze from his cutlery and studied his grandson. Then, unhurried, he looked at Bárbara. Finally, his eyes settled on Olívia.

Laura, far too outraged to keep any filter, leaned forward slightly. The warm light reflected in her eyes, now sharp and unwavering.

— Why wasn’t Olívia with you on that trip? — Laura asked, serious. — And why, exactly, did you come back on the jet with Bárbara?

Liam raised his gaze slowly, meeting his sister’s. For a s