Damian had just arrived at the Lancaster Mansion, his steps steady though his face clearly weary. The suit he wore was slightly disheveled, a sign of how exhausting the day had been. Tamara, who was sitting in the living room, immediately rose when she saw her husband.

“Darling, you’re finally home,” Tamara greeted with a warm smile.

Damian gave a small nod. “It was such a packed day. Earlier, I thought we’d head straight to Elena’s residence to send the children over, but it ...