George stiffened as he watched Desmond disappear down the hallway without a backward glance. The cold dismissal left a bitter taste in his mouth.
He stood rooted to the spot, his mind racing with myriad of questions. How could they discard him so easily? Was he not a bonafide in-law?
His daughter had gone missing under their watch, yet they treated him as nothing more than an inconvenience.
His hands curled into fists at his sides. This wasn't how it was supposed to go.
A soft chuckle broke through his thoughts. George turned sharply, only to find Alfred descending the staircase at a leisurely pace.
The butler's lips were curled in the faintest hint of amusement, his eyes gleaming with quiet observation at the deeds and words of George Brown.
From the moment George entered the Allen household, Alfred had been watching him keenly.
