"How do you know it is my mom who can give us the answers?" Anna barged into Daniel's office unannounced.
Daniel was in the middle of speaking with Henry when the door flew open. Both men turned just in time to see Anna stride in, her expression stormy, patience clearly spent. She slammed her palm flat against the table, the sharp sound echoing through the room.
Daniel did not react right away. He studied her in silence, his gaze calm yet calculating, measuring how deep her anger already ran. Then he glanced at Henry and gave a subtle nod.
Henry did not need to be told twice. He straightened, muttered a quick excuse, and retreated, closing the door quietly behind him.
Silence fell.
"Anna—" Daniel began, but she cut him off instantly.
"Do not change the topic," she snapped. "Answer me."
