Chapter 5

It was Saturday at the Grant Manor.

The atmosphere was icy.

Edward's father, Richard Grant, a retired professor, sat in the prime spot on the sofa, holding a newspaper.

He didn't spare them a glance.

Meanwhile, Lauren was busy shuttling between the kitchen and the dining room, her face blank and unreadable.

The expensive gifts Sophie had brought were carelessly piled up in a corner by the door.

Sophie fidgeted nervously, clearly out of place.

"Mr. Grant, Mrs. Grant..." she tried, her voice barely above a whisper.

Nobody even bothered to answer.

Cold sweat broke out on Edward's forehead.

"Dad,…