Morning sunlight spilled across the wide lawn of Evelyn’s estate, soft and warm in a way that almost made the world feel normal.
Almost.
Security vehicles lined the quiet road outside the tall iron gates. Some belonged to Evelyn’s own protection team. Others, recently added, were part of Victor’s “precautionary support.” She had accepted them without question.
For now.
Inside the estate, the main sitting room had been prepared carefully for a single purpose.
A supervised visit.
Evelyn stood near the large window, arms folded lightly, watching the long driveway beyond the gates. Her posture remained composed, but tension moved through her shoulders in small, controlled waves.
Across the room, a legal mediator arranged documents neatly on a low table.
A nurse sat nearby, reviewing Si
