Chapter 91. Proof?

Camila watched, her heart pounding, as her father’s stern facade began to crumble under the weight of his own uncertainty. It was a rare sight—the mighty patriarch, usually so infallible in his assertions, now hesitating, his ironclad confidence showing the first signs of rust. The sunlight filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows caught the sharp angles of his face, highlighting lines of stress that had been masked for years by authority and pride.

“Look,” her father said, his voice softening slightly, the steel of his tone replaced by something closer to vulnerability, “I’m only trying to protect you, Cami.”

“Protect me?” Camila retorted, her voice steady despite the storm of emotions roiling inside her. “By accusing Travis without a shred of proof?”

Travis leaned forward, his hands resting lightly on the polished mahogany of the dining table, blue ey