Scars Of A Broken Bond

Meanwhile, Shane ventured out in search of Horace, while a servant swiftly entered, bearing a tray laden with tea.

Gesturing wordlessly, Tyrone signaled the servant to place the tray on the table. He scanned the study’s layout briefly, then withdrew his scrutiny.

Shane rapped lightly on Horace’s bedroom door, securing permission before gently pushing it open.

“Sir, Tyrone’s arrived.”

Angela’s Library

Horace, now garbed in a pristine suit, meticulously adjusting his collar, asked, “Did he say something?”

A furrow appeared on Shane’s brow as he replied, “I asked him, but all he mentioned was an impending discussion with you. He didn’t mention the subject at hand.”

served Horace through myriad triumphs and tribulations, had mastered

look Tyrone had just cast in his direction sent an unexpected ripple of nerves

Tyrone bore the mark of Horace’s lineage, a figure

with your work. I’ll come

“Understood.”

Horace drew a deep breath, willing himself to an even keel, before pushing the

stood and extended his hand in

well, Mr. Blakely, do take a

him a sidelong glance to check whether Tyrone had known about his

him, who had unexpectedly assumed control of the

himself opposite Tyrone,