CHAPTER 52

Agatha POV:

The mansion felt like a tomb, shadows lurking in every corner. The only sound was the ticking of the grandfather clock, each tick a sharp stab at my already raw nerves.

Dad was still in a coma, fighting for his life. The doctors didn't offer much hope, their faces grim, their words carefully chosen.

NexGen, my family's company, was vulnerable, like a wounded animal surrounded by predators waiting to pounce.

I couldn't even think about losing Dad. The thought was too painful, a black hole threatening to swallow me whole.

James’s words echoed in my head, a creepy lullaby: “Nathan’s past is full of secrets… secrets that could destroy you.”

Destroy me? How? Why? What was he talking about?

The questions gnawed at me, adding to the fear and uncertainty that already felt like a physical weight.

Charles had been my rock these past weeks. He was always there, a steady presence in the chaos, offering comfort and support. His calmness, his belief in me, had felt like a lifeline.

But