As Andrew's car pulled up in front of the grand mansion, he could feel his anger mounting with every passing second. He stepped out of the car, his face contorted with anger and frustration. He slammed the door shut with a loud thud, causing Nanny Grace to rush out from the kitchen, her wrinkled face creased with concern."Andrew dear, is everything alright?" she asked, her voice laced with worry.But Andrew didn't have the patience to answer her question. Instead, he cut her off sharply, his voice ringing through the marble hallway."Where is Amelia?" He demanded, his eyes flashing with anger.Nanny Grace blinked in surprise, taken aback by his tone. She hesitated for a moment before answering."She's in her room," she finally answered, gesturing towards the stairs. She hasn't been…."Without waiting for her to say anything else, Andrew sprinted up the stairs, his feet pounding heavily against the plush carpet. He didn't bother knocking on the door, but barged right in, his anger s

Andrew turned and walked towards his study, leaving Nanny Grace standing alone in the hallway, wondering what could have caused such a rift between Andrew and Amelia.Nanny Grace knew that Andrew needed space, but she couldn't just leave him alone in his study when he was clearly upset. She quickly rushed to the kitchen to rinse her hands and headed towards Andrew's study.When she reached the door, she knocked softly, hoping that Andrew would let her in. "It's me, Andrew," she called out. "Can I come in?"There was silence for a while, and Nanny Grace wondered if Andrew had heard her. But then, she heard footsteps approaching the door, and it slowly opened to reveal Andrew's somber expression.Without a word, Andrew stepped aside to let Nanny Grace enter the room, closing the door behind her. The study was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from the desk lamp. Andrew was sitting behind his desk, his hands clasped together, and his eyes downcast."What's wrong, Andrew?" she

Nanny Grace's gentle reminder echoed in Andrew's mind as he stood in front of the locked door. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to steady himself before knocking again.Andrew stood before the door, his hand poised to knock. He took a deep breath, his chest heaving with remorse. He knew he had hurt her with his words, and he had to make it right. He rapped his knuckles against the wood, hoping for a response."Amelia, it's me," he called out softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Please, open the door. I need to talk to you."But there was no answer. Andrew waited, his ear pressed against the door, listening for any sound of movement. But all he could hear was the sound of his own breathing, ragged and uneven.He took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to say. He had always been closed off since the death of Catherine, and he found it difficult to show any woman his vulnerable side. But he knew he had to apologize to Amelia.He tried again. "Amelia, I know I was

Andrew poured two glasses of scotch from the bottle on his desk, offering one to the detective."I appreciate you coming over, Detective," Andrew said, taking a sip of his drink. "I imagine you were referring to my phone call since three weeks ago, right?"Detective Stone nodded gravely. "Yes, Mr. Reynolds. I have to admit, what you told me had me concerned."He wasted no time in delivering the news. "She's clean, Andrew. Your wife, Miss Amelia, is clean. She had nothing to do with your accident," he said, his tone professional.Andrew breathed a sigh of relief, but then the detective continued. "The only thing we found was her and Henry's past," he said, watching Andrew's reaction closely."It seems your wife had a past with your cousin. Were you thinking they were working together to get rid of you?"Andrew sipped his wine, trying to keep his composure. "I found out about them in my coma," he said, his voice low. Detective Stone raised an eyebrow. "In your coma?" he repeated.Andre

Henry walked into the dining room, sniffing the air curiously. "What's that smell, Nana?" he asked, a grin on his face.Nanny Grace laughed as she placed a plate of pancakes in front of him. "I made breakfast, dear," she said. "You want to eat now?"Henry's eyes lit up as he picked up his fork. "Yes, Nana, I'm starving," he said.As he started eating, he turned to Andrew, who was sitting quietly at the table. "Hey, cousin, what's wrong?" he asked, noticing the tense atmosphere.Andrew stood up abruptly, his expression darkening. "You're still a suspect in my accident, Henry," he said, his voice laced with anger. "Don't forget that."Henry's face fell as he set down his fork. "Andrew, come on," he said. "I've told you a hundred times, I had nothing to do with your accident. I wouldn't do something like that to family."Andrew glared at him. "I hope that's true," he said, before storming out of the room.Henry watched as Andrew stormed out of the dining room and disappeared into his stu