Ethan took a quick, awkward step toward his father, his voice higher than usual.

“Father, whatever personal grievances Grace brought tonight can be dealt with privately in the morning.”

“Sit down, Ethan,” Richard said, tapping his fountain pen against his palm with a single sharp crack.

“I am announcing an immediate change in the governance of the Caldwell family foundation and corporate estate management,” Richard told the table.

Ethan stopped mid-step near the sideboard, the color draining from his face as his hand gripped the edge of the mahogany.

“Effective at midnight tonight, Ethan is permanently removed from all administrative authority over the family accounts and trust management,” Richard said, his voice completely flat.