They were all waiting to see how I'd explain my way out of this.
Harrison held his breath, waiting for an answer.
I inhaled slowly and answered without flinching.
"That's me."
Two words. Like cold water hitting a vat of boiling oil.
"You filthy whore!" Harrison jabbed a finger at my face, spitting the words like venom.
"Trash! Son, we're leaving!" Greta seized Harrison's wrist and stormed away from the table.
I stood behind them and asked, my voice flat and unbothered:
"Don't you even want to know what I was there for?"
That one sentence stopped Greta in her tracks.
She turned around and looked at me with shameless contempt.
Her voice dripped with disbelief:
"What for? What else would anyone be doing sneaking around an OB-GYN clinic?"
"Either you caught something, or you were getting rid of something!"
"You have the nerve to bring it up? I don't even have the stomach to hear it."
"The Weiss family is one of the most prominent families in the capital. You've dragged our name through the mud."
"Mark my words. The $500,000 betrothal gift gets returned in full. The house, the jewelry, and every cent of today's reception comes out of your pocket!"
I ignored her and fixed my gaze on Harrison.