NELSON ESTATE
Thomas walked into the house while his nephews, Eric and Marcus, were having dinner. They greeted him out of habit, "Good evening, uncle."
He barely acknowledged them. His expression was hard, his movements tense as he walked straight past them and headed toward their late father Edmund’s study.
Eric’s eyes followed him until he disappeared behind the door. The sound of it shutting echoed in the quiet dining room.
Marcus, on the other hand, acted like nothing happened. He kept his gaze on his phone, scrolling absentmindedly as he reached for the glass of water in front of him and took a sip.
Eric let out a sharp breath. “Are you seriously going to sit there and pretend you didn’t notice what just happened?”
Marcus didn’t even glance up. “What exactly am I supposed to h
