Dominic’s POV
Dahlia and her fiancé, Mr. Hank, had barely stepped into the house before the maid rushed over to help them with their bags. They smiled, thanking her politely, and moved toward the guest lounge. Dahlia was talking fast, excited about being back home, and I did my best to smile and nod along—but my mind wasn’t with them.
My attention shifted quickly back to Jason, who was still lingering near the hallway. One of my loyal maids, who knew the full situation, was gently nudging him toward the door, trying not to raise suspicion.
I walked over and placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Jason,” I said in a low voice, “come. Let’s talk for a second.”
We stepped aside, away from the others, just near the staircase where no one could hear us.
“Listen,” I began, my voice calm but firm,
