GRAYSON

I stood by the hospital window, buttoning up my shirt as I stared out into the early morning light. The city below bustled with life, oblivious to the chaos in my mind. As I reached for my coat, one of my men stepped in, his expression guarded.

Your father has arrived.

“Got it.” I grabbed my phone and headed out, the scent of antiseptic lingering in the air as I made my way through the corridors and into the elevator.

The parking lot was cold, the wind biting at my skin as I spotted the black sedan waiting for me. Lord Andre was inside, and as I approached, the...