“How dare you set foot into this house?” Eleanor’s voice cut through the room like glass.

Roman met her glare without flinching.

“Well, it’s nice to see you too, Eleanor,” he said, stepping further in. “I kind of like what you’ve done with the place.” He smirked, taking in the newly changed environment.

“You are not welcome here,” she snapped, moving forward.

“Mother!” Grayson yelled, making her pause in her steps. “Wait.”

Roman raised a brow, his eyes locked onto Grayson’s for the first time in years. Grayson stepped forward, adjusting the collar of his shirt.

“Well well well,” Grayson said, a smirk crawling across his face. “Look who decided...