Elias’s POV The morning air was crisp as I watched Thea walk toward the airport terminal. She looked small carrying her weekend bag, but there was a strength in her posture that I hadn't seen months ago. I waited until she disappeared into the crowd before I got back into the car. "To the office, sir?" my driver asked. "Not yet," I said, staring out the window. "Drop me by my parents' house first." I knew I had to do this. Yesterday’s issue in the boardroom had left a rift in my family that felt like a canyon. I didn't want to live in a world where I had to look over my shoulder at my own mother and father. When I arrived, the mansion felt cold. In the living room, my mother, Beatrice, was sitting on a velvet sofa, sipping tea. Serena was sitting right next to her, looking pale and miserable. My father, George, was standing by the fireplace, looking at the floor. "Elias," my father said, looking up. "I didn't expect to see you here so soon." "I came to talk," I said, standing
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