Jane guided Old Madam Morris into Zane's lavish suite with a middle aged man who trailed behind them.
As Old Madam Morris settled onto the sofa with the other elderly man and expressed disappointment.
She gripped onto her folding walking-stick, then muttered wearily. "That boy is so cold-hearted. It's been five years, but he still won't see me. I can't believe it."
"Zane has always been aloof, but don't worry, grandmother. I'll go bring him. He might be up by now. He misses you too," Jane reassured her before making her way to Zane's room.
Meanwhile, Anastasia wore a look of panic, while Zane observed her with amusement, finding her panicked expression to be endearing, like that of a child caught in the act.
Anastasia halted her frantic pacing, her eyes locking onto Zane's calm, chiseled features. "I have to get out of here," she urged, her voice tinged with desperation.
