Anabella Sullivan's POV:
At seven in the morning, I was jolted awake by my phone ringing.
The screen showed a London number. Mr. Adams. My father's family attorney.
"Mr. Sullivan's condition has taken a sharp turn for the worse. The doctors said it could be a matter of days."
My hand trembled slightly around the phone. "I'll get there as soon as I can."
After hanging up, I called Eugenia right away. We took Elinor with us and got on the earliest flight to Londale.
By the time we landed in Londale, it was already night.
Elinor, half-asleep after dozing off in the car, was taken to my suite by the housekeeper, Leona. Eugenia and I walked into the sitting room on the east side of the first floor.
The moment I pushed open the heavy wooden doors, the noise inside hit me like it could bl
