Zeke had just returned to his villa after lunch with Thomas and Xavier when his phone rang. It was Loreine, his grandmother's long-time housekeeper.
"Mr. Zeke, Madam Elise fainted earlier this afternoon."
The words jolted him. "I'll be there right away."
He didn't hesitate—grabbing his coat and keys before rushing out the door.
It took him nearly two hours to reach the countryside. The house was quiet, surrounded by tall trees and hills that rolled into the horizon—far from the noise and pressure of the city.
Elise hadn't always lived here.
Fourteen years ago, after the passing of her husband—Zeke's maternal grandfather—Zeke had invited her to move into the Salvador Mansion. The estate was large enough to accommodate multiple wings, and he wanted her close. Close enough so he could check on her anytime, talk to her after long days, or simply share a meal.
