After dropping his mother off at the hotel, Nathan made his way to the Granet manor. The sky had begun to dim by the time he pulled into the familiar estate.
Inside the hall, he found his father, Oliver, sitting on the sofa with a phone to his ear. The moment he spotted Nathan at the doorway, he said, "I'll call you later."
He ended the call.
"Nathan?" Oliver blinked, surprised. "I thought you left already. Didn't you say your mother was unwell? How is she now?"
Nathan exhaled, weariness weighing down his words. "She tried to take her life again."
Oliver's face stiffened.
"Thankfully, Helga was there," Nathan added. "She acted fast and took her to the hospital immediately. Mommy is fine now."
Oliver shook his head with a frustrated groan, rubbing his temples. "Still chained to the past," he muttered. "It has been twenty years. Twenty. If Raya were still alive, we would've found her by now."
