#217 “Come With Me.”

“Your grandfather made me purchase a flat here in London in my name, where he used to stay,” Audrey revealed, her tone tinged with a hint of nostalgia and apprehension.

“An apartment?” Sophia queried, her curiosity piqued.

“I didn’t want anyone to associate it with him, so, to make it difficult to trace, I bought and registered it in my name. The money he was sending me was meant for the taxes on the apartment and also for Benjamin’s care.

“What kind of apartment has a tax of twenty thousand dollars?” Sophia’s disbelief was palpable.

“Well, ten, the rest was for me,”

Audrey corrected with a gentle smile. ”

However, Christopher always had a taste for the finer things, and style comes with a price tag.”

“Could you take me there?” Sophia inquired eagerly, her mind already racing with possibilities.

“I can provide you with the address. There’s no need for me to accompany you. There’s a maid who has been looking after it all these years, and she’ll be able to assist you with anything you need.”

to the room with Becky in tow, Sophia felt a surge of

“It might be useful

twinge of resistance. “I’m not sure if it’s necessary,” she began, but Benjamin cut

tinged with concern. “You and I also have more to learn about the past. I

she acquiesced, trying to push aside

time, Sophia found herself in a bad situation because she had gone alone. Now

of unease that had settled over her. The familiar sights of London passed by outside the window, but inside the car, tension hung thick in the air. Becky’s presence only added

Sophia,” Becky began, her tone casual yet tinged with an underlying edge,

have taken an instant dislike to her. “I’m digging into the

this?” Becky

Sophia paused before

too. We have a long history,” she explained, trying to keep her

couldn’t help but feel perplexed by Becky’s hostility, unable to understand what she had done to earn

finally reached the address given by Audrey, Sophia’s apprehension grew as she approached the imposing building. With a quick glance at Becky, who remained aloof,

Miss Johnson,” the woman told her.

surge of confusion at Diana’s statement. Why would this woman be expecting her, and

as she followed Diana, the woman who seemed to hold the key to her grandfather’s enigmatic past. Her mind buzzed with questions, each one a thread she hoped would unravel the tangled web

mix of eagerness and apprehension. “What was your relationship with my grandfather?

of sadness. “Christopher and I were close friends,”

absorbing Diana’s words. “But why wait until now to reach out to me?” she pressed, her tone

was a private man, Sophia. He didn’t want to burden you with his affairs while he was alive. But now that he’s gone,

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