Chapter 184 Emily Calls Home

• The Ravenscroft mansion was filled with a tense, palpable silence. The grand living room, with its high ceilings, elegant chandeliers, and plush furniture, seemed smaller, constricted by the weight of the argument that had erupted within its walls.
• Mr. Ravenscroft paced back and forth, his polished shoes clicking sharply against the marble floor. His face, usually composed, was tight with frustration, his eyes burning with an intensity that made the air around him feel charged.
• "This is unacceptable!" he thundered, his deep voice reverberating through the room. He stopped pacing and turned to face his wife, who sat on the edge of a velvet sofa, her posture elegant but her face lined with worry. "Our daughter is out there with that boy, and you expect me to just sit here and do nothing?"