Chapter 58

With her eyes lingering on the eagle-shaped mansion, Isla walked into the mansion with Rebecca. A maid ushered them to a small sitting room where Lazarus was sipping some tea.

The gauzy curtains in the room were pulled apart while the sun was a dull yellow from the leaded glass windows. Lazarus was wearing a black shirt and shorts. There was a lot of gray in his hair, his face lacking any form of expression like it usually did.

When Isla had first met him, she had thought of him as a very scary man. Not because he looked vicious but because when he spoke, his tone was cold and without vigor. And after he was done narrating his bitter ordeal with the Mancinis, she was able to see him for what he truly was– a broken man.

“How are you, Rebecca?” he said in his usual deep tone as she and her mother sat down.

He was still not able to get over his wife’s death. It was why he had not remarried. And he had no kids either. He lived within the four walls of this mansio