CHAPTER 24

“There’s no one else here, so most of the time, we’ll be eating out,” Alvin remarked as they stepped into the house, his voice resonating through the high ceilings of the spacious foyer.

Patricia’s eyes wandered around the room, drinking in every detail of the grand, yet tastefully designed space. The polished wooden floors reflected the soft, golden light filtering through the tall windows, while the walls, adorned with elegant artwork, added a touch of sophistication to the home. The air was thick with the scent of aged wood and faint traces of lavender, giving the house a cozy yet refined atmosphere. The antique furniture, each piece meticulously crafted and preserved, hinted at the home’s rich history. It was a house that held stories, and Patricia couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe.

“This place is beautiful,” she murmured, almost to herself, her voice barely above a whisper as she continued to take in her surroundings. But as soon as the words left her lips, she quickly shook