Chapter 12

No one would have expected Angelica to start putting on airs by her second year of marriage, refusing to show her face even when someone personally went upstairs to ask her to come down for dinner. She clearly held no respect for the family. For a moment, the atmosphere in the dining room fell into an eerie silence. Elliot's expression darkened. He stood up and said, "I'll go get her, Grandpa." At the main residence, his and Angelica's bedroom was located at the very end of the second-floor hallway. The door was unlocked, so Elliot went straight in. "Angelica," he called out. The main lights were off. Only a warm, yellow floor lamp was switched on, casting a soft glow across the room. On the bed, there was a rounded lump of mass beneath the covers. Elliot held in his annoyance, reaching out and yanking the comforter aside without warning. He jumped right into interrogating her. "Holden came up to get you for dinner just now. Why didn't you come down?" Angelica had only fallen