Chapter 55

• Ivory's POV
• After the incident with Rolf’s secretary, the ride to his family's house was quiet as I was still angry at him for not hearing me out. We arrived at his family's house, my heart was thumping fiercely in my ribcage, I was nervous as hell with many questions on my mind.
• I got down and the vintage lamp posts, with their ornate metalwork and glass lanterns in the parking, cast a warm, golden glow across the cobblestones, the parking lot could accommodate several vehicles, though it was clear that it had been designed in an era when horse-drawn carriages were the primary mode of transport. A large, weathered carriage house stood at one end, its wooden doors slightly ajar, revealing the remnants of old tack and carriage parts.