Cain's POV

"You're up late, Mr. Cain."

I stopped at the entrance of my father’s study.

The room was dark except for the faint light coming from the hallway, and Mrs. Odette stood near the fireplace with a cleaning cloth in her hand. She paused when I walked in. Her eyes flicked toward the desk before settling on me.

“I couldn’t sleep,” I said. “I needed a file from Dad’s desk.”

I reached for the light and switched it on, and Mrs. Odette blinked against the sudden brightness before looking away.

“You alright, Odette?”

“I’m fine, Mr. Cain,” she responded, folding the cloth neatly over her arm, but she didn’t...