Arec's POV:
As soon as I stepped through the heavy wooden doors of the house, I knew what was coming.
The atmosphere in the air was suffocating, heavy with expectation and tension.
The house was too quiet, too perfect, like it had been staged for an argument rather than a visit. I would've given anything to stay at my penthouse tonight, but I knew I had to face this. There was no avoiding it.
The servant who greeted me bowed stiffly, informing me that my grandmother had already been waiting for me in her study. It was like she knew I wouldn't be able to avoid this confrontation for long.
"She will see you now, Mr. Arec," the servant said with a sympathetic look that did nothing to ease the dread in my chest.
