chapter 34

The unwelcome guest 

Sam's POV

The massive iron gates of my grandfather's mansion creaked open as I drove up the long driveway, the grandeur of the estate looming before me. The sprawling gardens, neatly trimmed, contrasted sharply with the suffocating heaviness I felt every time I came here. It wasn't just the mansion, it was the history buried within its walls, the whispers of secrets that had been deliberately hidden from me.  

As I stepped out of the car, I was greeted by a line of maids, their practiced politeness masking any real emotion.  

"Good afternoon, Mr. Sam," one of them said with a slight bow.  

"Where's Mrs. Bridget?" I asked, ignoring their rehearsed smiles.  

"She's in the kitchen, sir," the maid replied.  

I nodded, heading straight inside. My destination wasn't the kitchen, though; it was the study, the sacred space where my grandfather, the chairman of the family empire, had built his legacy.