Chapter 57: The Spider’s Web
Blackwood POV
I sat in the drawing room with my hands folded neatly in my lap as the mantle clock chimed sweetly. The room had a subtle jasmine perfume, which I had usually found soothing, but it didn't quiet me down now. Adrian, my kid, was becoming erratic and deviating further from the discipline I had spent years honing.
The well-groomed heir, the obedient kid, had always been my greatest success. However, his meticulously crafted exterior has recently developed cracks. I also hated cracks.
I ran my fingertips over the edge of my teacup, feeling the smooth porcelain. I had learned long ago that manipulation was an art. I also understood the significance of time, just like any other artist. Adrian would be there shortly, called upon in the name of fami
