Chapter 127  

MICHAEL’S POV

The next morning, I arrived at the Harrington mansion with Isabella by my side.

As we made our way through the enormous front door,

Isabella squeezed my hand briefly as if sensing the tension behind the mask of calmness I was wearing.

We stepped into the grand sitting room that opened before us.

The ceilings were so high up, and the windows were about the largest I had seen for a living space.

The decor was a testament to the wealth and taste of the owners, from the oversized couches to the tall walls adorned with art.

The space felt too formal, too imposing, as if the furniture itself were watching us.

Nathan and Owen were already seated alongside their mother, Minister Sophie Harrigton, her poised figure wrapped in a modest but elegant dress.

It was Owen who spotted us first, lifting his head with that easy, warm expression that was always so hard to take seriously.

"Look who’s finally made it."

Owen said with a casual smile, his voice breaking the stillness.

At his