Aiden Knight's POV
The villa's interior screams old money. Crystal chandeliers catch the afternoon light streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows. Oil paintings in gilded frames line the walls, and the marble floors shine like mirrors.
Olivia leads us through a grand foyer toward a curved staircase. Her heels click against the polished stone with each anxious step.
"Mom's been staying in Dad's room almost constantly," she whispers. "She hasn't left his side in three days."
We climb the stairs in silence. Ruby stays close behind me, her suspicious gaze burning into my back. She still thinks I'm a fraud about to exploit a dying man's family.
The hallway on the second floor stretches in both directions. Family portraits show happier times – a younger Olivia with her parents at various social events, vacation photos from exotic locations, graduation ceremonies.
Olivia stops outside a heavy wooden door. She presses her ear against it, listening.
