I had barely reached the front gate when Humphrey strolled out of the villa.
"Hey, brother-in-law! What brings you here all of a sudden?"
I pulled my lips into a cold, thin smile.
"Humphrey. Where is my child?"
He kept up the act perfectly, even managing a look of surprise.
"What are you talking about?"
"I know the premature stillbirth hit you hard, and I'm sorry about that, but you can't just go around making wild accusations."
My face went whiter. He leaned in close, his mouth near my ear.
"You know, brother-in-law, I'm starting to worry about you. Losing the baby, the depression... are you having hallucinations now? I seem to remember you were always paranoid about me and—"
My hand flew toward his face before he could finish.
"You and Ida, you're both despicable—"
My palm was an inch from his cheek when someone seized both my arms from behind with crushing force.
Then Ida's cold voice came from above. "Roland, didn't you say you were going out to clear your head? What are you doing here making a scene?"
I thrashed like a man possessed, but I was no match for the bodyguards' grip.