Blanche's POV
When Zain mentioned Oswald had gone to Blissfield Villa, tension coiled in my chest.
I paused, then sighed. "I know."
Glancing at Demetrius by the taxi, I said, "Head home first. Dinner's on me next time."
His smile barely touched his eyes as he nodded. "I'll be waiting."
I flashed him a quick grin before sliding into Zain's car.
We reached Blissfield Villa after eight.
Oswald sat on the sofa, fingers wrapped around his signature dragon-headed cane. Even in casual clothes, authority radiated from him like heat.
His mouth curved into a rare smile when he spotted Zain and me entering together.
But as we got closer, his expression soured. "So late—where have you two been?"
"Grandpa, I visited my parents," I replied evenly.
His face creased with worry. "Carry still looks so weak. You should spend more time with her."
I nodded. "Alright."
That afternoon, Carry and I had both left the hospital.
