Oliver’s jaw clenched before he turned on his heel, the door slamming so hard the paintings on the wall rattled.
William’s gaze returned to Emma, and some of the steel in his expression softened. “Listen to me, Emma. I know you have a good heart. But what we’re dealing with here…” He leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowing with unspoken warning. “It’s not simple. Keep your eyes open. Trust no one completely—not even those closest to you.”
Emma rose slowly, the weight of his words pressing against her ribs. “Understood, Grandpa,” she murmured, though her mind was already spiraling into the chaos that awaited outside this room.
Emma walked out of William's office. The heavy oak door of William's office hadn't even clicked shut before Oliver's hands were on her. He spun Emma around and
