Getting inside the Grayson mansion, Darmiel felt so good. Everything seemed to be in order now. Ameelah, him, and their son plus the fact that each of their families is getting along well too. What else could he ask for?
He walked with a light step through the grand foyer, his hand casually resting in his pocket as he adjusted his gaze to the warm, familiar ambiance of the estate. The long, exhausting hours at the office and the lingering shadows of past misunderstandings seemed to completely melt away, replaced by a profound sense of absolute peace that he hadn't felt in six long years.
On one hand, Darameh and Frank were once again enamored by the cuteness and intelligence of their grandson. They were currently gathered in the spacious, elegantly designed second-floor living area, whe
