PHILIP SCOTT: THE LOST HEIR

CHAPTER 61

Jessica stood in the doorway, staring at the spot where her father had just been. Her mind was reeling, struggling to process the conversation that had just taken place. Andrew Lane’s ominous words echoed in her ears: “Don’t make the mistake of getting in my way.” The threat was clear, and the weight of her father’s expectations pressed down on her like a heavy burden.

She closed the door quietly, locking it with trembling hands. The apartment felt colder, emptier, and for a moment, she just stood there, trying to collect herself. The rain continued to pound against the windows, creating a steady, rhythmic noise that seemed to drown out her thoughts. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t shake the fear that had taken hold of her.

Jessica walked over to the couch and sank into it, pulling her knees up to her chest. Her mind raced, trying to piece together everything that had happened over the past few weeks. The secrets, the betrayals, the power struggles—it was all too much.