Flair POV
The moment we made it out to the carpark, John veered away from us both with a smirk on his face.
"John, our car is that way," I said confused.
He looked apologetically at me "Flair I appreciate your kind offer" he coughed, glancing at Grayson who did not seem remotely surprised by his Grandfather's behavior at all "but I cannot leave my home. My wife died in that house and I intend to go the same damn way, whether that hussy Karen or her daughter Charlotte like it or not" he growled "so while I thank you for offering to have me" he added with a small nod "I'm afraid I must decline."
A limousine pulled out in front of him. Grayson nonchalantly put his Grandfather's things into the boot of the limousine while the driver assisted John into the backseat. "Grayson," I said with
