Caspian's POV
Buttoning my suit jacket as I stared at my reflection in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel a wave of rage coursing through my veins. My father's last words still echoed in my mind—how he had warned me not to trust anyone in the Nightingale family.
He wasn't beating about the bush after all. There was every possibility that they were clearly the reason behind his death. They caused his death, and right now, they were going to share everything that belonged to him.
I didn't care about his wealth; I had mine. What I wanted was the last remains of my mother, and until I got a hold of that, none of them in the Nightingale family was going to leave my tracks.
Once I was done dressing in my black Italian suit and designer's shoes, I walked out of the room. I was heading back
