Declan shook his head negatively. "Your husband did most of it."
Her husband, yes, that was expected. Adrian was going to call the shots before anyone died and of course, when it came to her culprit her husband was responsible for causing them as much damage as he could.
The answer made Joyce look into the direction of her husband, who stared right into her eyes with the expression that said he was not sorry.
It was expected, but the entire vibe that her husband was giving her seemed unlikely. It was frightening.
She gulped and looked at her father again, whose eyes came back to her
after declan. They had looked at each other at the same time.
"Joy—"
"Take her name from your mouth and I will cut your tongue." Adrian's frighteningly cold voice had an effect on everyone in the room. Her, her brother, her father, and the three men with them in the room.
Everyone knew who was in control of the entire situation.