Kayla's POV
By late afternoon, the quiet tension in the penthouse was broken by the arrival of a huge, black tinted Rolls Royce Phantom pulling into the underground garage.
Nurse Elena had just brought me a fresh tray of tea when the grand doors of the elevator opened.
An elderly woman stepped into the main foyer. She carried herself with the easy power of royalty. She wore a beautiful blue Chanel suit, three strands of white pearls around her neck, and held a gold topped cane. Despite her silver hair and lined face, her eyes—the same color as Lucien's—were as sharp as broken glass.
Two personal security guards stood behind her, carrying her luggage.
"Grandmother," Lucien's deep voice echoed as he came out of his study, fixing his dark suit jacket. He walked over and bowed slightly to
