Ambrose stormed into the private meeting room where Natalia and Vincent were sitting, his face dark with anger. The tension in the air was thick, and as soon as he walked in, both Natalia and Vincent froze.
"What is this all about, Natalia?" Ambrose's voice was a low growl, his eyes narrowing. "You've been spending time with him, I've noticed. Do you think I don't see it?" He turned toward Vincent, his gaze sharp. "And you... what is your game, huh?"
Vincent remained calm, his expression unreadable. He didn't flinch under Ambrose's scrutiny. "Ambrose, I think it's time you heard the truth." His voice was level, not a hint of fear in it. "Your soon to be wife is carrying my child."
Ambrose's face went pale for a moment, and he blinked, disbelief flashing in his eyes. "What?"