Chapter 39
Cedric's Point of View
I threw the door open violently and entered the office, rage and tension dwelling in every vein of my body. I didn't even glance at who was sitting there; all my senses were focused on my grandfather, who sat behind his massive desk with his usual haunting composure.
My steps froze suddenly when my eyes fell on the man sitting opposite him. He was a man in his fifties, his features sharp and cruel as if carved from stone, wearing a formal black suit. He was looking at me with cryptic eyes, mixed with a deep-seated contempt that I didn't understand at first.
"Cedric, have you forgotten how to knock?" my grandfather said in his steady voice, which carried a note of reproach. "We have a guest. Mr. Edward, Stephanie's father."
I felt as if a lightning bolt had struck me where I stood. My body stiffened, the blood dried in my veins, and all the words I had prepared to confront my grandfather vanished. Stephanie's father? Here?
