The car rolled through the grand gates of Golden Garden Estate at half past nine. Alan pressed his fingers against his temples, still feeling the lingering weight of the Haven family dinner. Between Elena and her endless questions and Victor and his forced politeness that barely masked his dislike, the evening had been more draining than any meeting he had endured in the boardroom.
"Looks like we made it," Samuel said from the driver seat as he steered toward Amelia and her villa. "Another Haven family dinner successfully survived."
Alan let out a tired breath that might have been a laugh. Samuel got out quickly and moved to Alan side, helping him out of the car and settling him into his wheelchair. The cool night breeze brushed past, easing some of the exhaustion that clung to him.
"I can take it from here," Alan said. "Go get some rest. Try not to think about Haven politics until morning."
"That makes one of us," Samuel answered with a grin. "Good luck with the doc."
