Chapter 112

Simon emerged from the mansion’s kitchen, a tray in hand carrying cups and glasses of wine. His presence brought a momentary pause to the heaviness that had settled in the room, a reminder that amidst the turmoil, there was a glimmer of hope.

Samuel and his family remained seated, their expressions a mix of tension and uncertainty. The events of the day had left them wary, their emotions raw from the revelations and the rekindled connections.

Simon’s voice was warm and reassuring as he spoke, his words a gentle encouragement. “I know it’s been a difficult day, but it’s also a step towards victory.

Let’s raise our glasses and toast to what we can achieve together.” Abigail’s gaze shifted to Simon, her skepticism evident in the furrow of her brows.

The idea of celebrating in the midst of chaos seemed almost contradictory, yet Simon’s words carried a sense of optimism that was hard to ignore.

Samuel’s expression softened slightly as he looked at Simon, his