He studied the portrait, then looked at me, his eyes crinkling with warmth as he leaned in to kiss my cheek.
The phone on the nightstand suddenly buzzed.
I glanced over. It was Freya.
He got up and stepped outside to answer.
"Alright, I'll be there soon. But I only have two hours—I need to get back to Abigail."
Once he was sure I was asleep, he slipped out quietly and closed the door behind him.
The sound of the car engine faded into the distance before I finally struggled to sit up.
After getting dressed, I went straight to the study.
I searched every corner meticulously. Any chance to gather evidence against Freya—I wasn't going to let it slip away.
Finally, beneath the safe, I found the USB flash drive from that day.
My fingers trembled as I plugged it into the computer. The footage loaded bit by bit.
A few seconds of video stretched into an eternity.
On the screen, Grandpa stood guard by the machinery—and was brutally beaten.
Tears streamed down my face.
I hid the evidence inside my clothes and hurried out.
The truth deserved to see the light.
But the moment I stepped through the front door, I ran straight into Charles and Freya.
"Where do you think you're going this late?"