Chapter 77 What Kind Of Request?

• The soft click of the office door closing was louder than it probably should have been. It echoed faintly, like the room had noticed it too. Liam stood near the windows—rigid posture, hands loose at his sides, but not relaxed. His eyes were fixed on Maria as she turned from the door. There was something unreadable in his expression, but not cold exactly. A flicker of... something. Then it was gone.
• William was the first to speak. He stepped forward carefully, like someone easing their way across a thinly frozen lake.
• “Liam,” he said, voice low. “This also concerns your father.”