No matter how endless the sleepless night may seem, dawn always arrives.
Brilliant morning light pierced through the clouds, bathing the earth in its glow.
Uncle Carlos gazed at the gradually brightening sky, his eyes brimming with worry—concern for Sinclair and his wife, and equal apprehension for Grandpa Luther's health.
"Sir," Uncle Carlos ventured, disregarding the old master's earlier orders as he stepped forward once more.
"Miss Iris made it clear—it'll be at least another dozen hours before Mr. Sinclair and madam emerge.
Please, go rest in your room for now."
"I won't sleep until I see those two safe and sound," Grandpa Luther shook his head, his weary face still radiating authority.
"How are the security arrangements around the estate?"
"Rest assured,"
Uncle Carlos replied solemnly.
"Everything has been carried out as you instructed.
We tripled the perimeter guards—not even a fly could slip through."
