Milo was incredibly nervous all morning. Salvatore had left the mansion early, and Milo didn't know where he had gone.
To try to calm his racing thoughts, Milo couldn't sit still. He paced from his room to the kitchen, walking through the entire mansion just to keep his anxiety at bay.
Anything related to the Hartley name always made his heart pound uncomfortably. If it were a different family name, he thought, maybe he would actually enjoy the idea of inheriting wealth and becoming a rich heir.
"Milo, calm down. The storm will pass. Salvatore will help you," Milo whispered to himself, trying to believe his own words.
But peace wouldn't come.
When lunchtime arrived, his lack of appetite was obvious to the kitchen staff. He only took a half portion of food and picked at the rest listlessly, feeling a wave of nausea wash over him. He felt like he was going to vomit.
Roderick walked into the kitchen a few minutes later, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on Milo.
