CHAPTER 91 Proof?

　　Camila watched, her heart pounding, as her father's stern facade began to crumble under the weight of his own uncertainty. It was a rare sight- the mighty patriarch, usually so infallible in his assertions, now hesitating, his ironclad confidence showing the first signs of rust.

　　"Look," her father said, softening slightly, "I'm only trying to protect you, Cami."

　　"Protect me?" Camila retorted, her voice steady despite the storm of emotions inside her. "By accusing Travis without a shred of proof?"

　　Travis leaned forward, blue eyes locking with those of her father, sensing the shift in the room's dynamic. "Mr. Martinez," he began, his tone both respectful and assertive, "I understand your concerns, but they're misplaced."

　　"Are they?" Her father raised an eyebrow, skepticism etched into his age lines.