Chapter 82

Gregory sat in his study, reviewing a stack of documents. The dim light cast shadows across his serious features, and the quiet hum of the room was broken by a knock on the door.

He looked up, adjusting his posture slightly.

"Come in," he called out, his tone firm but expectant. "Who is that?"

The door creaked open, and Tobias stepped in, a casual smile on his face.

"It took you long enough," Gregory remarked with a smirk, eyes narrowing playfully.

"Well," Tobias chuckled, "I had to eat first. Coming to your office is like entering a dungeon—it's going to be a hell of torture."

Gregory gave him a half-smile, motioning for Tobias to sit. Tobias dropped into the chair, leaning back comfortably as though he owned the place.

"How are the kids, especially Delilah?" Tobias asked, genuine concern slipping into his playful tone.

Gregory shook his head, his smile fading. "We're not talking about the kids right now."

He folded his hands on the desk, his voice growing more serious. "T