Chapter 94 : Poking the Hornet's Nest
Ella
As soon as I step through the door, the familiar scent of rich mahogany and leather fills my senses. My father's study is exactly as I remember it, its timeless elegance undisturbed.
Dad stands by the large window, looking out into the garden, but he turns the moment I walk in. His face breaks into a smile, and for a split second, the weariness in his eyes vanishes.
"Ella," he says warmly, walking over to me. "It's good to see you." He pulls me into a hug, his familiar cologne wrapping around me. There's something comforting in the way his arms feel—strong, protective—but I can sense the undercurrent of concern in his posture, in the way his eyes linger on mine when he steps back.
"Dad," I say softly, letting my arms fall to my sides. "I—"
"I know," he interrupts, gesturing for me to sit down. "Your brother told me everything."