Nora pov.
I knew this fox-like man, Robert Patrick. He was one of the shareholders of my father's company, holding a large percentage of shares.
He invested a sum of money during the most difficult time of my father's business in those years and was hardly ever involved in the company's management.
When my father was still alive, Robert hardly ever appeared.
Now that my father had an accident, he immediately came to my door.
I always had a bad feeling about this.
Although I was still in a state of grief at the moment, I forced myself to calm down a little.
"Uncle Robert, what are you doing here?" I tried to speak in a calm tone.
"Oh, dear little Nora, I know it's a tough time for you right now, and I can understand you. After all, Herbert is your father." Robert said this with a sm
