The atmosphere in the Anderson mansion's private sitting room was heavy with unspoken anger and distress.
A storm was brewing.
A palpable sense of hostility loomed on the faces of the individuals seated and staring at the huge television screen.
No one was saying anything except for the live-streaming video of the ongoing chaotic event at the Shawls' mansion.
The heavy silence thickened as an abominable revelation was finally made known.
"My goodness!" Henry's jaw dropped.
"Ah!" Maria's shoulder slumped, her eyes widening in horror. She slowly tilted her head to look at Amelia's, whose face had turned white as if she had seen a ghost.
Even though Maria was not directly related to this messed-up Shawls family, she felt every ounce of pain and every decibel of choking desolation that her daughter-in-law was experiencing at the moment.
