Greg arrived home late, his eyes narrowing as he spotted Grace's car parked in the driveway. His heart pounded with unease as he entered the grand mansion, where Edward, the family butler, greeted him and swiftly took his jacket and bag.
"Is Grace here?" Greg asked, his voice tense.
"Yes, sir," Edward replied hesitantly. "I think you should go to the study right away. Ms. Watson... she's not in a good state."
Greg's brows furrowed as anxiety gripped him. Without wasting a second, he hurried to his home office. What could have happened during the meeting earlier that left Cammy this devastated?
As he swung the door open, his chest tightened at the sight before him. Cammy was sitting on the sofa, her face buried in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably while Grace gently rubbed her back, trying to console her.
Scattered on the coffee table in front of them were stacks of documents—papers that seemed to hold the very reason for Cammy's heartbreak.
