Adam was still racking his brain for a way out of the nightmare unfolding in front of him, some excuse, some stalling tactic, anything, when his phone suddenly began to ring.
The shrill sound cut through the tension like a knife.
Everyone in the private room turned toward the phone.
Adam's eyes dropped to the screen.
Lucas.
His eldest son's name flashed insistently.
Adam felt his breath hitch. For a moment, he simply stared at the caller ID.
But then he looked up at the three people who had cornered him... Lovely with her greedy, triumphant expression, Hans with his arrogant smirk, and Milo, who was trying too hard to look pitiful.
"I need to answer this," Adam said calmly.
He stood up and stepped away from the table, taking his phone and heading toward the hallway that led to the attached restroom.
The moment he closed the door behind him, he exhaled heavily and pressed the phone to his ear.
Meanwhile, inside the private room, Mary did not follow him.
