On the third floor, Gregor was leaning against the balcony, gazing at the lively scene in the brightly lit backyard. The festive atmosphere softened his expression.
Marcus led Elijah to the door and then left him to enter alone.
The door was ajar. Hearing the footsteps stop, Gregor called out, "Come in."
Elijah stepped inside. "Mr. Robinson."
Without turning around, Gregor said, "Come here."
Elijah approached and stood behind Gregor. "Do you need anything from me, Mr. Robinson?"
Suddenly, Gregor turned and struck Elijah hard on the back with his cane.
Elijah didn't resist, enduring several blows without flinching.
"Charlotte is my beloved granddaughter," Gregor began, his voice stern.
"But you failed her. I've wanted to beat you up for years."
"I agreed to the marriage because ou
