บททั้งหมดของ The Unspoken Accord : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 54

The StainThe morning was a postcard of secured paradise. Sunlight dappled the manicured gardens of the Williams estate, and the air hummed with the contented buzz of bees among the bougainvillea. It was the day for Isabelle Bella Williams’ first official promenade in her pram, a small, sacred ritual in the new calendar of peace.Grace, the nanny, was a picture of serene capability. Vetted by Strom down to her primary school transcripts, she pushed the sleek, navy-blue pram with a gentle hand. Flanking her, at a respectful distance, were two of Strom’s men. They wore casual blazers, their eyes hidden behind sunglasses, their posture relaxed but observant. The route was pre-planned, a loop along the crushed-shell path of the internal garden, visible from the house but protected by its walls.From the vantage of the morning room, Mimi watched, a cup of tea cooling in her hand. William stood beside her, his arm around her waist. It should have been a moment of pure tenderness. Instead,

The Unbreakable AccordThe great house had settled into its night-time rhythm, a deep, contented sigh after the day's joyful chaos. In the West Wing study, the only light came from William's desk lamp, pooling on the polished wood. He wasn't working. He was looking at a photograph on his computer screen.It was the digital portrait from the afternoon. There was Henry, his face alight with a laugh, one arm around a cake-smeared Ryan. Evelyn stood beside him, her smile serene, a hand on Bella's shoulder as the five-year-old proudly held up her new code-breaking book. Mimi was next to her, looking at William behind the camera with a love so open it still took his breath away. He saw himself, the ease in his own expression a gift he never thought he'd possess. And there was Kunle, with Amina beside him, Chloe perched on his hip, all of them woven seamlessly into the tapestry of the day.The door opened softly. Mimi entered, wrapped in a silk robe, her hair loose. She came to stand behind