Chapter 79

Victoria POV

"Good morning, everyone. I made breakfast," I announced, carefully setting the dishes on the table. Grandpa's strict vegetarian preferences meant I had to prepare a separate dish for him. The aroma of fresh food filled the air as the family began trickling into the dining room, one by one.

Aunt Elizabeth arrived last, her expression betraying no joy or excitement at my return. If Vince's suspicions held any weight, her lack of enthusiasm was a clue in itself.

I couldn't afford to be careless. Every detail mattered. Somewhere in this house was the truth about who had orchestrated my parents' deaths. And with everyone here a potential suspect, breakfast was just another stage in this intricate game of deceit.

"This looks so perfect!" someone exclaimed, breaking the tense silence.