The night deepened, swallowing everything in its silent darkness.
By the time Sinclair drove through the gates of the Luther Family estate, the clock had already struck two in the morning.
"Mr. Sinclair?"
Uncle Carlos, startled awake, gaped at the man who should have been a hundred kilometers away.
"What brought you back so suddenly?"
Had something unexpected happened?
Sinclair didn't answer.
After changing his shoes at the entrance, he lifted his gaze to meet Uncle Carlos's.
"Is Grandfather in his room?"
Understanding dawned in Uncle Carlos's eyes.
Ah, so he'd rushed back through the night, worried about his grandpa's health.
"Yes," he nodded, a warm smile spreading across his face.
"Mrs. Camilla's treatment has been remarkably effective.
Grandpa slept far more peacefully tonight than he has in a long while."
Noticing the icy aura emanating from Sinclair, the butler continued cautiously.
