The Kingsley mansion, known for its grandeur and beautiful gardens, seemed lighter in mood than it had been in the morning.
Grandfather Kingsley leaned back in his chair. A rare, faint smile played on his lips.
“Perhaps Mr Ethan has finally let it go,” he said, swirling his tea thoughtfully.
The senior family members around the table nodded in agreement.
“We’re seeing fewer cancelations from our business partners,” one of them remarked.
Another added, “The media seems to have moved on. It’s not as bad as we feared.”
Grandfather Kingsley raised his hand to silence them. “That’s no excuse to grow complacent. I want every one of you to remember this. Never cross paths with Ethan again. Not directly, not indirectly. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Grandfather,” they replied in unison, their
