Cortland City
Kelvin's car slowly pulled up outside the Thorne family's private manor.
The magnificent estate stood proudly beneath the warm glow of the evening sun, its carefully trimmed gardens and towering gates reflecting the prestige the Thorne family had built over several generations.
Standing patiently at the front entrance was Old Lady Thorne. The moment she saw the familiar black car, a gentle smile spread across her aged face.
Her eyes shone with unmistakable affection as she watched Kelvin step out of the car.
Anyone who glanced at her at that moment would immediately understand one thing—she was incredibly proud of this grandson of hers.
Though others might regard him as the proud son of heaven but to her, he was just his little boy.
The golden rays of the setting sun fell across Kelvin's tall figure, softening the sharpness of his usually cold expression.
Yet despite the warmth of the evening, there was still an indescribable loneliness surrounding him.
