The estate looked exactly like how I left it. Sprawling gardens and magnificent marble statues decorated the scenery. At the end of the driveway, a large imposing mansion stood. The only difference was the blanket of snow and seasonal ice sculptures.
I thought I would be hauled away by the security the moment I stepped foot on the property, but surprisingly, they let me in easily. Outside, Detective Cross's team was hidden and ready to move at a pin's drop.
Walking inside the mansion, I was immediately greeted by my mother's butler.
"Your mother is expecting you, young master. She is in her study," Mr. Erickson said with a respectful bow.
Did she, now? I guess rumors fly fast. I wondered, then, if she already knew what happened with Gwen and Jacques. Was my mother now wondering if she
