**Quinn’s POV**

I looked at Grayson in disbelief. I squeezed his fingers as we walked. “Grayson, you’re just making your mum hate me even more. I gotta tell her the truth.”

“No. You did the right thing. Trust me,” he replied.

I looked back. "She really isn't coming in."

"Not yet. Once she calms down, she'll come in."

"You're very confident. But I don't think this will end well."

Grayson finally stopped. He faced me and held my shoulders. "Trust me. I'm her son, so I know how my ...