Corbin Ashworth's gaze felt like ice as he stared me down. The warmth of our dinner evaporated instantly.
"Uncle Corbin," Isabelle said, her voice steady despite the sudden tension. "This is Liam Knight."
I stood and extended my hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, sir."
Corbin ignored my outstretched hand, turning instead to Michael. "I wasn't aware we were entertaining guests tonight, especially ones with such... questionable backgrounds."
The insult hung in the air. I lowered my hand slowly, keeping my face neutral despite the burn of humiliation. This wasn't my first encounter with the arrogance of Havenwood's elite.
Michael cleared his throat. "Liam is here at my invitation, Corbin."
"Is that so?" Corbin's lips curled into a thin smile. "And does this have anything to do with your granddaughter's recent escapades?"
