That evening, Eleanor stayed at the estate and personally cooked a full table of Edward's favorite dishes.
Just as Edward sat down, the housekeeper called from the doorway. "Sir, ma'am the young master's back."
Eleanor startled.
She knew exactly who that meant. Julian.
She'd assumed, honestly, that she wouldn't be seeing him here today.
Whenever Julian showed up, the housekeeper always lit up with warmth, and Edward usually wore the same kind smile.
After all, Julian was his only grandson, and an impressive one at that.
This time, though, Eleanor noticed Edward's mood toward Julian had gone noticeably cold.
"What are you doing back? Mooching a free meal?"
Catching Edward's irritation, Julian crossed the room instantly, bent down, and started working his shoulders.
"Grandpa knows
