Arthur Blackwood's arrival silenced the crowd outside the Hart Estate.
Even the reporters seemed to recognize the elderly man. Cameras shifted away from Adrian and focused entirely on the newcomer.
Evelyn studied him carefully.
He stood with effortless confidence, dressed in a perfectly tailored charcoal suit, his silver hair neatly combed back. He looked less like a businessman and more like someone who had spent a lifetime making decisions that changed other people's lives.
She had never seen him before.
Yet something about him felt strangely familiar.
Arthur smiled gently.
"I imagine you're wondering who I am."
"I am," Evelyn admitted.
He nodded once.
"That's understandable."
"You've forgotten many things."
Damien took a step forward.
"Mr. Blackwood."
Arthur looked at him.
