It was mere paper, yet, as Lilah accepted it, its weight seemed monumental. Her fingers quivered, grasping the parchment. She meticulously scanned the robust, vigorous script. Her grandfather's penmanship consistently elegant. Each word resonated within Lilah, her heart fluttering with every syllable.

“Lilah, after sharing all this with you, I feel unburdened. We've been in your debt for so many years, and I'm well aware of it. So, when my time comes, I'll leave everything I own to you, hoping it can somewhat make up for the past. I want you to steer your life in the direction you choose and find happiness in it.

I've realized my own selfishness. How I wish I could have stayed a little longer, shielded you more, Left behind something greater for you. But I've always known, Lilah, you've had a sharp mind, sharper than most, ever since you were little. I have no doubt you'll lead a wonderful life, filled with joy in the years to come.

With all my love, your grandpa."

As time went by, the words began to swim as tears clouded her vision, and only then did Lilah notice the wet trails on her cheeks. She hurried to wipe them dry.

Her grandpa's last thoughts were of her, that much was clear.

Yet, something didn't quite add up.

What exactly was he referring to when he said, “after sharing all this with you, I feel unburdened"?

Had her grandpa kept secrets he'd meant to disclose?

Lilah's eyes dropped, deep in thought.

Matthew was observing her. She looked up, and their gazes locked. He felt a sudden chill.

"There's more to this letter, isn't there?" Lilah questioned, her tone icy.

"Yes," confessed Matthew.

Realizing he couldn't keep it from her, Matthew revealed, "There are two pages, but the first one's missing, and we're at a loss..."

Lilah's disbelief showed in her furrowed brow. She was about to retort when a clamor erupted outside.

A wave of dread hit Lilah, and she bolted downstairs to seek out Gerard. But reaching the ground floor, there was no sign of Gerard.

Where could he have disappeared to?

Anxiety flooded Lilah, and she shouted his name, only for Helga to descend the stairs, a smug sneer in her eyes. “Lilah, no need for the commotion."

“Where's Gerard?" demanded a livid Lilah.

"Mr. Harris is probably enjoying Adaline's company as we speak. No need for such concern," Helga responded, grinning, her audacity plain to see. Rage overtook Lilah, and she seized Helga by the neck. “Harm Gerard, and you'll face my wrath!"

Lilah's hold was firm, and Helga found herself speechless for a moment, gasping for air, as if death were mere inches away. Fear dilated her eyes.

Just as she felt Lilah might actually strangle her, Lilah released her grip and dashed upstairs.

She darted from one room to another, her search frantic.

Matthew emerged from the study, witnessing Lilah's frenzied state. He shook his head, seemingly feeling sympathy toward her. "Quit Looking, Lilah. He's not here."