Ewan watched the heart-touching spectacle before him, feeling a strange mixture of ease, pleasure, and relief that things were finally looking up for the Thorne family. Never mind that this matter meant the continuation of the dangerous political games within the Thorne clan.
It didn't matter. He thought. He would personally see to Cedric—Cedric and anyone else foolish enough to think they could walk over his wife and children. Even if it cost him his life.
"Can you see what you and your family almost ruined?" Ewan's gruff voice cut through the air as he questioned Fiona, whose head remained bowed, her shoulders sagging under the weight of shame.
"I'm sorry." Fiona whispered, her voice trembling.
"You can keep saying that in the black cells." Zane snapped, his tone sharp with disdain.
He turned away from Fiona, toward the Thorne's reunion, a mixture of happiness and amazement flickering across his face at the unexpected turn of events.
