Steve’s P.O.V.
The next day,
I’m still boiling with anger over the previous night’s drama. It’s really disheartening when someone lets you down.
I walk directly towards the main door of the mansion, not even sparing a glance at my father, who is sitting with Grace at the breakfast table.
“At least have breakfast, Steve.” He calls after me, but his words fall on deaf ears. I’m too disappointed with him to respond, so I just leave.
***
After winding up my work, I call Jace and Mike to meet me because I need to vent my frustration and disappointment over the recent events involving Grace and my father.
As we sit down in my cabin, I let out a heavy sigh. “Guys, you won’t believe what happened at home yesterday.”
Mike raises an eyebrow. “Now what did Grace do?”
I lean in and speak in a
