Emily's POV

The memory of the news report echoed in my head. I felt a mixture of emotions swirling inside me as I grappled with the reality of Lucas’s passing. My hands trembled as I reached for my phone.

I wonder how Logan must feel right now. Sighing, I sprang to my feet and gazed at my reflection in the mirror, smoothening the invisible wrinkles on my polished suit

“I'll be leaving Brenda. Please ensure my dad takes his medication.”

I said before stepping out of the room. The chauffeur opened the door with ease while I slid onto the backseat.

Images of Lucas flashed in my thoughts, engulfing me...