"What the hell is happening here?!" Matilda's voice echoed through the dining hall.
Everyone froze.
Regina didn't flinch, but her hands curled into fists at her sides. Naomi stiffened, still standing protectively in front of Lucas. Even the maids, who had been lingering near the hallway, quietly backed away.
Lucas looked between their faces, anxiety creeping in. "Why is she yelling?" he muttered under his breath.
Matilda's eyes darted from one person to the next, demanding answers. "Someone better explain—now. Is this a sick joke?"
Naomi drew in a breath. "I don't think we owe you any explanation."
Matilda's eyes instantly narrowed as she glared sharply at Naomi, "I never knew you can be so rude since getting pregnant?"
Naomi suddenly gulped then clearing her throat as she tried to hide a slight fear she had from Matilda's glare, "This didn't have anything to do with my pregnancy, my attitude is built on 23 years old being your granddaughter."
