Mervyn's restraint shattered anyway.
He slammed his heel against the marble floor, breath ragged, then seized the edge of the tablecloth and yanked it with brutal force.
Porcelain crashed.
Crystal shattered.
Wine bled across the tiles like spilled anger.
"That bitch—Ryley!" he snarled, voice breaking into a feral growl. "He always escapes. Every single time!"
His chest rose and fell violently, eyes blazing at the screen that still dared to show that calm, untouchable face.
Alfie stepped forward. "Your Highness, please—"
The door burst open before he could finish.
Morgan stood there, small frame frozen in the doorway, eyes wide at the wreckage.
"Mom… what's wrong?" he asked quietly, fear creeping into his voice as he stared at the broken dishes and overturned glasses scattered across the floor.
Alfie moved instantly, placing himself between the boy and the chaos.
