Penelope's lips began to tremble.
"I know the kind of man Quentin is, even if you don't," Tristan's voice grew colder by the second.
"If he really did something, he would never deny it. He doesn't give a damn about offending the Yorks—he already did that.
But he repeatedly swore he never laid a finger on you, and he said it with so much conviction that even Madeline believed him."
"That's because he's guilty!" Penelope's voice hit a shrill, hysterical pitch. "He didn't want Madeline to know! Of course he'd deny it!"
Her frantic argument carried an absolute, unwavering certainty.
She genuinely believed the child was Quentin's.
Tristan's eyes filled with crushing disappointment. "According to the security logs, aside from the night you bribed the secretary to drug him and sneaked into his room, you haven't been in the same room as Quentin once. Unless he managed to get you pregnant through thin air?"
Penelope flushed crimson. "It was that night. He forced himself on me that night."
Jasper's temper flared. "I'm going to kill him!"
"Hold on, Jasper," Tristan grabbed his brother's arm. "If Penelope is claiming it happened that night, I already questioned Quentin about it.
He made it perfectly clear. The second he realized Penelope was in his room, he threw her out. His wife arrived at the door immediately after. The security footage and the timeline all back up his story."
"Enough!"
Terrence's cane slammed violently against the floorboards.
The patriarch's gaze slashed toward Penelope like a blade, then shifted to Doris. "Doris, don't you think you should explain exactly how our granddaughter ended up pregnant?"
Doris's fingers stalled on her prayer beads. The color drained from her face for a split second before she forced a mask of calm. "I... how would I know?"
Terrence stared at her, a gaze that seemed to peel back her skin and look straight into her soul.
"All of you," Terrence pointed a trembling finger at Xavier, Cora, and the three brothers. "Wait right here."




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