Chapter 137

Shantelle’s POV

My eyes locked onto Sean’s, the tension between us palpable, like a thick fog that enveloped the room. Seven’s presence seemed to fade into the background, swallowed by the weight of our complicated history that hung heavily in the air.

The silence stretched, thick and suffocating, as if the very walls were holding their breath. Sean’s jaw clenched, his eyes blazing with a turbulent mix of anger and pain, the kind that could ignite a fire.

“Are you going to protect him?” Sean spat, his voice laced with venom, each word sharp enough to cut. “After everything he’s done?”

I didn’t know how he wanted me to react to what he just told me, but one thing I knew was that I wouldn’t let my father carry all of this in that way.

He was my father. He might have done things that weren’t supposed to be heard of, but deep down, he was still my father, and I wasn’t just going to allow that to go.

Papa stood frozen, his expression etched with