PHILIP SCOTT: THE LOST HEIR

CHAPTER 59

The tension in the Aton mansion was palpable as Philip paced the floor of his study. The events of the past few days had left him emotionally drained and mentally exhausted. The call from Lane had shaken him to his core, and the weight of the revelations about Jessica was still heavy on his mind. He couldn’t get the sound of Lane’s voice out of his head—taunting, sinister, and filled with a promise of more chaos to come.

Philip glanced out the window, watching the storm clouds gathering on the horizon. The weather seemed to reflect his inner turmoil. Every instinct in his body was telling him that Lane was planning something catastrophic, something that would bring his entire world crashing down. But what? And when? Those were the questions that gnawed at him, keeping him on edge.

A soft knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts. It was Clara. She stepped into the study, closing the door behind her. Her expression was a mix of concern and determination, the same look she had worn