Untold chronicles of power

Chapter hundred Forty- eight

Benedict, Sophia, Jackson, Elizabeth, Fernando, and Angela arrived at the Rake mansion, their footsteps echoing in the grand foyer as they settled their bags.

Laughter and chatter filled the air as they gathered in the living room, catching up on old times and relishing in the comfort of each other's company.

As Jackson engaged in conversation with Fernando, he couldn't help but notice the worry etched on Sophia's face.

Her smile seemed forced, her eyes clouded with concern. Sensing her distress,

"Excuse me, guys," Sophia said softly, her voice tinged with unease, as she scooped up the sleeping baby in her arms and made her way upstairs.

Jackson excused himself from the group, his curiosity piqued.

Jackson followed after her, his heart heavy with concern.

He entered the nursery room that Sophia had set up for their daughter, his eyes wandering over the exquisite furnishings and delicate decorations.

"I built it two months ago, Fernando helped too," Sophia explained, her voice soft