“Shut your mouth,” Marcus snapped, the command so sharp that Ethan physically jumped. “Let’s get a few facts straight, boy. Who signed the commercial leases for your startup? Me. Who put up the multi-million-dollar collateral for this house? Me. Who allowed you to marry my niece and walk around pretending you built an empire out of thin air? Me.”
Beatrice finally lost her composure, standing up from her chair and pointing a manicured finger toward the phone. “Now see here, Marcus! This is a private family matter! Your niece is lazy, she refuses to pull her weight, and—'