Chapter 153
Chapter 153
ADRIAN’S POV
theld Dora gently by the arm as we went down the stairs. The faint sound of casual conversation was coming from the living room–it was the voices of the Graysons.
“Are those your visitors?” Dora asked as we continued down, her voice curious and slightly suspicious.
I didn’t bother replying. There was no need to start a conversation that didn’t concern her. My silence was answer enough.
“They look oddly familiar…” she continued, her voice trailing off as if she were trying to place them.
“It’s not your concern. Just do what I asked you to do,” I finally replied, trying to keep my tone steady and not betray how tense I was becoming. The last thing I needed was for her to linger or cause a scene.
As we passed the open entrance to the living room, I could feel the Graysons‘ eyes on me—and more importantly, on Dora. Of course, they would look. They had never seen her before, and now she was descending the stairs with me like she belonged here. Their gazes burned into my back, but I didn’t turn. I kept walking until we reached the front door.
“My driver is waiting for you outside. Be back by ten,” I instructed firmly as I opened the door for her.
Dora turned to face me, pouting a little as she clutched her handbag. “That late? What exactly are you people going to be discussing that will take all day?” she asked, trying to sound casual, but I could hear the probing behind her words.
Without replying, I turned and stepped back inside, closing the door behind me without another glance in her direction.
I took a moment to compose myself before walking back into the living room, where the Graysons were now sitting upright, no longer chatting. Their
attention was fixed solely on me.
I gave Dan a subtle nod. He was standing off to the side, silent but alert. He would be needed shortly, and he knew it.
“Sorry for the delay,” I said as I took my seat across from them, attempting to sound calm and collected.
Mrs. Grayson didn’t waste time. “Who was that young woman?” she asked with raised brows.
“Oh, just a long–time friend of mine. No need to pay attention to her,” I said, brushing it off casually, though I could tell neither of them bought it.
“She was coming from your bedroom,” Mrs. Grayson pressed, her tone sharper now.
“Let’s not get distracted. We should focus on what you came here for,” I said quickly, redirecting the conversation before it spiraled.
“Yes, of course,” Mr. Grayson agreed with a polite nod, though I could see the suspicion lingering in his eyes.
I adjusted my tie and leaned back in my seat, letting out a small breath to clear my thoughts before continuing.
“I know why you’re here,” I began slowly. “And trust me when I say–it hurt me just as much. Maybe even more. I couldn’t believe it at first… How could someone do something like that?” My voice wavered slightly, not from emotion, but from the careful act I was putting on.
“We were just as shocked and hurt,” Mr. Grayson said softly. “It’s not every day you hear something so devastating.”
So this was definitely about Olivia. Now I just had to steer this conversation and give them a version of events that wouldn’t expose the truth. They couldn’t know what really happened.
“I want you both to know… she was an incredible woman. She was special, kind, and thoughtful.”
“Woman?” Mrs. Grayson asked suddenly, her brow furrowed.
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What woman?” Mr. Grayson added, sitting up straighter, his expression now confused.
My heart skipped a beat.
“Wait…aren’t you here because of Olivia?” I asked, surprised, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Oh, her, that’s right, we haven’t seen her around,” Mrs. Grayson said with a smile, brushing nonexistent lint off her skirt like she hadn’t just dropped a bomb.
I stared at them, unable to believe what I was hearing. And that confirmed it–they had no idea that Olivia was dead. They had–absolutely no clue that their precious daughter had blown up in another man’s house. That I hadn’t even had time to mourn because everything around me was falling apart.
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