## Hazel's POV
I screeched to a halt outside Grandma's Victorian home, barely taking time to park Sebastian's Aston Martin properly. The normally peaceful neighborhood seemed unnaturally quiet, as if holding its breath before a storm.
Shouting erupted from inside the house. My heart hammered against my ribs as I raced up the porch steps and flung open the front door without knocking.
"How dare you show your face here!" Liana Langdon's voice echoed from the living room. "After everything your son did to my niece!"
I rushed into the room to find my aunt standing protectively in front of my grandmother's armchair. Across from them stood Alistair's mother, her once-impeccable appearance now disheveled, her designer outfit wrinkled and her makeup smudged.
"There she is!" Liana Langdon pointed at me, her face contorted with rage. "The scheming whore who destroyed my family!"
My grandmother clutched her chest. "Watch your language in my house!"