Ethan's POV
The staff were already gathering in the hallway, drawn by the commotion. I could see their shocked faces, their barely concealed interest in the drama unfolding.
This was exactly what we didn't need right now.
"Everyone out," I ordered sharply. "Now."
The maids scattered immediately, but Grandmother remained perfectly still, her expression icy as she regarded Clara with barely concealed disgust.
She didn't say another word—just gave me one last meaningful look and swept out of the room with her head held high.
The moment the door closed behind her, Clara lunged at me.
I caught her wrists before she could actually hit me, pulling her thrashing form against my chest and half-dragging her down the hall toward our bedroom.
She fought me the entire way, sob
