a firm, polite knock. The butl

quests your presence in the nursery." His voice was respe

of anxiety. He straightened his collar, shot A

eath and followed. Th

unniest room on the ground floor, co

ressed in a dark Chanel suit. It was Camila Rivera. She held a blackwoo

es, the matriarch skipped any emotional pleasantries. She gave Alicia a brief, reassuring nod and immediately instruc

care, Camila turned her wrathful attention to her grandson. There was no he

ure in the room by several degrees. "I hear you're planning to

dma, this is between her and

care what her identity is. I only know that she is my grandson's leg

him. She really didn't know. She had absolutely no idea she had given bir

sed with the family lineage. If just two babies were enough to make the matriarch defend Alicia this

ver, permanently trapped as a mistress. No. Th

ing as she looked at the sleeping infants. She

f the past week, he hadn't e

answer Camila needed. He

led with rage. "Barron Rivera! Do you have any regard for

rought it down hard acros

k! C

hitting his expensive

nt without a sound. It was an unwritten rule of the Rivera fam

lowered their heads,

agined Camila would be so forcef

being publicly disciplined like a misbehaving boy, A

ised the

Alicia rushed forward, sprea

don't!" sh

less than an inch

licker of surprise and ap

back of the woman protecting him. His expr

? The woman he had just h

hment had been sufficient. She turned to Camila. "Grandma, h