Gwynn went back up to her penthouse.

Gladys was gripped with such excitement that she could barely hold her questions back. “How is it that Mr. Archibald is your father, Ms. Gwynn? Geez. He’s one of the most prestigious figures in Brookesville!”

Then, she carried Lorian in her arms and kissed him.

She continued, “Now that Lorian has such a powerful grandpa, no one’s going to pick on you guys anymore! Anyone who dares bully him is going to get it. We’ll ask Mr. Archibald to skin that person alive!”

The old servant was thrilled.

Then, something occurred to her and she grumbled jokingly, “Mr. Archibald came here just to look for you, Ms. Gwynn! You didn’t even give him a glass of water. You have to do better next time he comes.”

Gwynn sat on her chair. She was a little out of it. It had been so long, but she was still trying to process everything.

Gladys proceeded to play with Lorian gleefully.

…

A week later, the Templetons called and invited her over for a meal. They also wan