Maureen held the door handle as the door creaked open while guiding Marcus into the elegant sitting room. The light from the gold chandelier dangled from the lofty ceiling, and its light simmered over the gleaming tiled floors.
John Trevor was still seated in his tall-backed chair, one leg resting over the other, as he systematically browsed through the pages of an extensive document when Marcus barged out of the room. As soon as John noticed Marcus and Maureen had entered inside the room , he didn't instantly raise his eyes. Rather, he paced himself, completing the final lines that he was reading in the document before ultimately looking up at his son.
"Take a seat," Maureen Trevor directed Marcus, her tone laced with a hint of subtle urgency. She quickly approached her husband's side and took a seat next to him.
Marcus, on the other hand, continued to stand. His body was tense, muscles wound with hardly contained rage. His hands tightened at his sides while his eyes fixed on his
