The atmosphere at the dinner table went from dead silent to openly hostile.
As Audrey Hughes's mask of composure shattered and she flew into a rage, Victor Sterling, in contrast, became deliberately calm. He set down his cup, wiped his hands with a wet nap, and said in a placating tone, "The boys are here. You need to calm down."
"Don't pretend to be some loving father! If you actually gave a damn about the boys' feelings, you wouldn't have asked such a ridiculous question!"
"How is it ridiculous? Ezra and Sherman's daughter are well-matched in looks and family background. Besides, they both have disabilities, so they won't look down on each other. This marriage is a match made in heaven."
"They haven't even met, and you've already decided they're a match made in heaven. Victor Sterling, search your heart and tell me: are you really thinking about Ezra's future, or are you just eyeing the Shaw Family's business empire in Portmere?"
