Grace POV
From the moment Philip Elton stepped through the halls of our house, a sense of unease settled on me.
There was this foreboding as though he was armed with bad news and ready to dish it out. He looked almost like his son, save one was younger and the other older. Grey hairs streaked through his red hair, making it stylish. Even in his old age, it was evident that Philip Elton was a man who didn't joke about his appearance. His skin looked supple and without a wrinkle.
I watched as his eyes scanned the hall, settling finally on the wall that held all the generations of Wilson's including my father. I noticed his gaze lingered long on Papa and what looked like a sigh escaped his lips before he looked away. Behind him, was a throng of other Eltons. Catrina Elton was spotting a g
