"You don't get to talk about love!" Morris roared. "My daughter is fighting for her life because she tried to protect you!"
Jean flinched, but before she could speak, Logan stepped between them.
"Enough," Logan said, his voice like ice. "We're not your enemies. And we're not leaving without the truth. You owe for your daughter that much."
The silence was deafening.
Morris Adams slowly turned away from the fireplace, eyeing Jean and Logan with a deep scowl… until Henry finally spoke.
"Mr. Adams… I dropped Emma off here the night we landed."
The words hit the air like a slap.
Morris blinked, confused. "What?"
Henry stepped forward, voice low but clear. "She told us she was jet lagged. I offered her a ride since my place was on the way. She came here. I saw her walk inside."
"No…" Morris shook his head slowly. "That can't be. Emma didn't… I didn't see her that night. No one told me she was here. The butler never mentioned it."
