Chapter 1387

When Oliver refused to take Cliff, Grace had no choice but to hold their precious child herself. She gently patted his back, soothing him in a soft voice. "Shh, don't cry, baby. I'm right here." Peter's face had darkened. The cheerful atmosphere from earlier had vanished entirely, replaced by an unsettling silence. Abigail had torn away the illusion, exposing James' true thoughts in front of everyone. Just like that, the room stayed eerily quiet as Cliff's crying slowly subsided in Grace's arms. Everyone was waiting for James to speak. Eventually, Abigail tugged at his hand and urged, "James, say something." James avoided Oliver's gaze. He could feel his uncle's piercing stare, radiating icy fury. "Say it!" Oliver's voice thundered as he slammed his palm onto the table. The plates and silverware clattered from the force. Cliff, who had just calmed down, flinched at the loud noise. A second later, his tiny face crumpled, and his cries once again echoed through the dining room. The