59: Mr. Lonely

Williams POV.

Because I needed to be alone, to process everything that had happened, I had dismissed my driver and convoy of bodyguards earlier, before I even went to the auction event. So, I was driving alone. The night was cool, the roads quiet as I navigated the familiar route to my mother’s house. She had always been a source of comfort and wisdom, and tonight, I needed that more than ever.

I pulled up to her house, the soft glow from the windows welcoming me. As I walked up the steps and knocked on the door, I felt a wave of exhaustion wash over me. It had been a long day, and I was feeling every minute of it.

She opened the door with a warm smile. "Williams, darling! What a surprise." She hugged me tightly, her warmth seeping into my bones.

"Hello, Mother," I said, hugging her back. "I needed to see you."

She stepped back, holding me at arm's length to study my face. "You look troubled. What's wrong?"

I forced a smile. "It's nothing, really. Just a long day."

Her eyes narrowed,