The butler moved the instant Old Mr. Sinclair swayed, steadying the elderly man with practiced care. Together they descended the wide staircase of the Sinclair mansion. Three figures had just stepped through the front doors.
“Grandpa, we’re back.”
Marcus Sinclair’s voice was calm as he greeted the two men coming down. Old Mr. Sinclair’s nod was cool. His sharp gaze landed on Vivian’s ashen face, and understanding settled in his eyes.
So Marcus’s plan had worked.
“What happened?” the old man asked, though he already knew.
Marcus and Nathan exchanged a glance. In low, measured tones they recounted every detail of the afternoon. When they finished, Old Mr. Sinclair’s expression did not change.
“Since the Paige family wants her,” he said indifferently, “send her over.”
He spoke as thoug
