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Chapter 227

Penulis: Lauren
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-06-17 11:04:10

Caroline’s Point of View

The car ride to my father’s estate is quiet. Liam hums now and then, eyes glued to his tablet, legs swinging in rhythm. He’s relaxed. I’m not.

It’s been too long since I last visited. My father never says anything about it—not over the phone, not in passing. He’s not the type to guilt-trip or hint. But he notices. He always notices.

I tighten my grip on the steering wheel as the familiar gate comes into view—tall, black iron, flanked by brick pillars that haven’t aged a day. The house stands still and stiff, exactly how I remember it. Unchanging. Unyielding.

“Are we at Grandpa’s?” Liam asks, already squirming out of his seatbelt.

“Yes,” I say, keeping my tone light. “We’re here.”

Before I even reach the steps, the front door opens. My father stands there, straight-backed, hands clasped behind him, wearing the same charcoal sweater and dark slacks. His face is unreadable, sharp eyes flicking to me and then to Liam.

“Grandpa!” Liam barrels forward, arms wide.

My
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