The car stopped in front of the main entrance of the Holt mansion, and before the driver could even open the door, Frederico was already striding toward them, his expression far too serious.

“My girl...” he said as soon as Laura stepped out. “How are you?”

“I’m okay, Grandpa,” Laura replied, kissing his cheek. “Please calm down. I don’t want you making yourself sick.”

Olga came right behind him, wrapping Laura in a careful embrace as if she were made of glass.

“My love, we were so worried about