ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY THREE

GRAYSON'S POV

I sat onto my bed, feeling the weight of the day pressing down on me as I cradled my phone between my shoulder and ear. My mind had been racing for hours, grappling with how to protect my family from Alice and William’s scheming. Stewart’s voice crackled through the receiver, a steady presence amid my swirling thoughts.

“So, have you figured out a strategy?” Stewart’s question cut through my haze of contemplation.

I exhaled slowly, trying to find the clarity I needed. “I’ve been thinking a lot about what Alice and William might try next. I’ve decided it’s time to act decisively.”

Stewart’s voice was attentive, a steady anchor in the storm. “I’m all ears. What’s the plan?”

I glanced at the framed photographs on my bedside table, each one a reminder of what I was fighting for: Zenith and Zendaya. I cleared my throat and began, “I’m going to put 90% of my shares in Lockwood into a trust fund for Zenith and Zendaya. The trust will be set up so that while I’ll control it for