The Davis estate had fallen into an uneasy silence after the confrontation between Mike and his father. Kiara could feel the tension lingering in the air, a palpable weight that seemed to press down on them all.
As she sat in the drawing-room, her mind raced with the implications of Mr. Robinson Sr.'s request. He had tasked her, of all people, with finding a way to navigate the treacherous waters of this family feud. The responsibility was daunting, and Kiara couldn't help but wonder if she was truly up to the challenge.
Lost in her thoughts, Kiara didn't notice the approach of Mike until he cleared his throat, drawing her attention.
"Kiara," he said, his voice low and laced with concern. "Are you alright? You seem... troubled."
