The air in the Frost family sitting room grew thick and suffocating as the argument escalated to a breaking point.
Sebastian's mother, driven by a desperate maternal instinct that eclipsed her common sense, reached her limit.
She abandoned the ingrained fear she typically held for Grandfather Frost, forgetting that he was not only the patriarch of their dynasty but also a powerful Alpha whose authority was absolute.
Her voice, usually soft and yielding, turned harsh and biting as she addressed the old man.
"Father, how can you speak about little Sebastian in such a cruel way?" she demanded, her tone dripping with a dangerous mix of anger and resentment.
"I have told you repeatedly that my son was framed. How can you, his own grandfather, sit there and refuse to believe me?"
