Freya's POV
The knots in my stomach slowly loosened as our car pulled through the familiar gates.
Mack Ben glanced at me, his voice dropping to that intimate tone I remembered too well. "I'm bringing our son to visit Grandpa in the east wing later. You should come with us."
I studied his profile, weighing the implications. This felt like dangerous territory.
Old Master Ben had made his feelings crystal clear years ago. He'd already handpicked the perfect daughter-in-law for his grandson. I'd promised to walk away from that fight.
Now here I was, returning unannounced with a child in tow, catching everyone off guard. Marching into the old man's presence to flaunt what I'd done felt like a calculated insult.
He'd think I'd played them all for fools.
"I should stay back. Upsetting Grandpa Ben would be disrespectful," I murmured, choosing my words carefully.
"Fair enough. Make yourself at home here then."
"Of course."
