Jeffrey's voice rang out, determined. "About Winchester Logistics, I—"
But he never finished the sentence.
A sharper, louder voice sliced through the room. Philip Winchester stood, adjusting his tailored suit with deliberate elegance, as if nothing about the last two hours had unsettled him.
"We'll discuss this later," he declared.
Then, without sparing another glance at the family or at Jeffrey, he turned on his heel and walked out of the living room.
The air left the space like someone had opened a vacuum. Everyone stared, stunned into silence.
Christina hurried after him.
Jeffrey frowned, heart thudding in confusion. It wasn't like Philip Winchester to leave without announcing his decision. His family—uncles, aunts, cousins—buzzed with uncertain murmurs. But Jeffrey… he knew something wasn't right.
He followed.
His footsteps were quick, purposeful. His gut told him Philip was heading toward that room.
His room.
Joanne.
