My son is dead

The moment Catherine entered the kitchen and saw Parblo with the other servant, she forgot that she was hungry and rushed out of the room, hurrying for Rome's study.

As she approached the stairs, Logan was coming down, and the two locked eyes. She could see the worry in his gaze, and Catherine blurted out, "Is he here?"

"Yes, ma'am. But I don't think you should go in there just yet." Logan hesitated. "He's planning on staying at the Rossi, and knows the relationship between Master and him-"

"Rome is going to be infuriated."

"Yes. I think it's best you let them talk it out as father and son and try to give them some space for now," Logan suggested, his tone carrying a mix of concern and caution.

Catherine nodded, her own worry deepening. "I understand. But if things get out of hand..."

Logan took a step back, giving Catherine space, stepping aside, and she gave him a faint smile before rushing up the stairs.

When she got to the study, she paced nervously outside the study, her mind ra