Eric’s eyes were dark and sunken. He did not make a sound and saw Old Master Ferguson watching him from the second-floor railing.

He nodded slightly. Old Master Ferguson pursed his lips and said, “Come upstairs.”

When he got to the study, Old Master Ferguson sat behind the desk. His face was cold and solemn.

“I’ve made myself very clear on the phone.”

“I don’t agree with it.”

Eric was straightforward.

Old Master Ferguson’s face was glum and ugly. “If it wasn’t for the Stanton family who’s