Meanwhile, at the Luther Family estate.
Camilla's expression was icy as she murmured low instructions to Ramsey.
Just then, Uncle Carlos strode in, his face grim.
"Madam Camilla," he said urgently.
"We have company."
"Madam,"
Uncle Carlos strode in swiftly, his expression grave.
"We have a visitor," he added in a hushed tone.
"It's Samson."
Samson?
She had seen this man at Grandpa's birthday banquet.
In Camilla's mind surfaced the image of a slightly plump, unremarkable middle-aged man.
"Didn't expect him to be the first to show up.
Hard to say what his real intentions are," she murmured, her delicate face cool and detached as she rose from the sofa.
"Ramsey, go bring him in.
Uncle Carlos, come with me to Grandfather's side."
"Yes."
"Right away!"
Father and son nodded in unison, each moving to their assigned tasks.
Inside the room.
The elderly man lay motionless on the bed, his eyes tightly shut, his face deathly pale.
