Grayson POV
He's alive. Oh my god, Johnathon is alive. Charlotte looks as though she's about to have a heart attack as Mr. Ferryweather is brought in and shoved to the ground, falling to his knees and looking like he'd been severely beaten. Poor Flair was still leaning into my arms, her body trembling, her face so pale. She'd already fainted and I was concerned at this rate she might again. I glanced at Grandfather and saw a grim expression on his face, but not surprised. Had he known? Or perhaps suspected that Charlotte had been up to something as nefarious as this?
"What's the matter Charlotte?" Johnathon's voice was cutting "cat got your tongue?"
"I um don't know who this is," Charlotte said faintly but her tone was not convincing to anyone now. Bodyguards were surrounding her and fr
