Chapter 12

A deep crease formed between Clifford's brows. Before he could say a word, Tiffany suddenly spun around and bolted up the stairs. She looked as if she were about to jump. "Tiffany Sinclair!" he barked. She stood at the edge of the second-floor landing, tears streaming down her face. "Tell me the truth, Cliff! Have you fallen for Lilibeth? If you have, I swear I'll jump!" And with that, she looked ready to leap. Clifford's pupils constricted, and his voice sharpened as he yelled, "Stop making a scene, Tiffany!" "Then promise me! Say you'll be with me! If you don't, I'll jump!" she cried out. A dull ache throbbed in Clifford's temples. Ultimately, he shut his eyes and gave in. "Fine. I'll do whatever you want." Instantly, Tiffany's face broke into a grin. She rushed down the stairs, then threw herself into his arms. "You're finally mine, Cliff!" she squealed. Clifford wrapped his arms around her, yet he didn't feel the slightest hint of joy. Joel, standing nearby, hesita