Chapter 341: A Mother’s Worry

Skylar's POV

The grand halls of the Blackwood Estate were eerily silent tonight. Skylar stood by the large windows of her private study, gazing out at the perfectly manicured gardens. The moonlight bathed the estate in silver, but there was no peace in her heart.

She hadn't heard from Classic all day.

Chris, as always, had been cryptic when she asked about their son. And that only meant one thing—Classic had been handling business.

She knew what that meant.

A deep sigh left her lips as she ran a hand through her hair. Classic was only eighteen. Yet, the weight of the Blackwood name already pressed heavily upon his shoulders.

"Madam," a voice interrupted her thoughts.

She turned to see Ethan standing at the doorway, his expression unreadable.

"It's done."

Skylar's stomach twisted. "Where is he?"

"On his way home," Ethan said. He paused before adding, "He handled it well."

Skylar didn't respond. Instead, she turned back toward the window, gripping the edge of the glass tightly.

Another life lost. Another step deeper into his father's world.

And there was nothing she could do to stop it.

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