Who is Mr Cleff?

Third POV

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Abigail’s brow furrowed, her gaze shifting from the phone to John as she tried to make sense of what she had just heard.

She could feel the uneasiness welling up within her, like a knot of fear in her stomach. Abigail swallowed hard, her voice strained as she spoke. “John, what’s going on?”

Every inch of her body wanted to know what was going on. She bit her lip, her hands becoming cold and clammy.

John was a little taken aback, he didn't expect Abigail to hear their conversation.

He shifted uneasily in his seat, a hint of discomfort visible in his expression. “It’s…nothing, really,” he said, his voice shaking slightly. “Henry wants to see me in the office,” he continued speaking even though he was trying his best to hide the discomfort that he felt.“I wanted to discuss something important with Uncle C, but I guess I’ll have to talk to him later.”

John glanced toward the older man, his expression showed his reluctance to leave but he knew he had to.

She wanted to ask