Zyrielle's POV.I followed Marcus into his study while gazing around and hoping that he was not about to lambast me over something I didn't do. "Have a seat." He instructed which I obeyed instantly. He gave off this principal vibe which made everyone who came in contact with him automatically feel sober. My eyes were automatically fixated on him waiting to see his next action. Rain had gone to answer the door, probably for the person who was invited. "You might be wondering why I called you here. It is simply because I want to talk to you about something very important to me, and I hope you won't stop me." He said. I didn't know what to expect so I maintained a calm composure, watching carefully to hear his side of things. "I have no expectations so you are safe, sir," I replied before sitting. "I want to know what your intentions are for my son. You were once married to my grandson, and all of a sudden, you switched sides towards him. I know that you might probably not see past
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