A part of his

Garla stepped back, her hands resting on Rose's shoulders as she studied her granddaughter's concerned face. "Oh, my dear," she said, her voice filled with understanding. "Come, let's go inside and see what's going on."

They entered the mansion, the grand foyer exuding an air of elegance and history. Garla led Rose through the corridors adorned with exquisite artwork and antique furniture, until they reached Liam's makeshift office in one of the rooms.

Liam looked up from his phone as they entered, a tired smile spreading across his face at the sight of Rose and Garla. "Hey, there you are," he greeted, his voice filled with relief. "Sorry, it's been a long day."

Rose stood with a hand on her hips, a mix of concern and affection in her eyes. "Liam, you need to take a break," she insisted. "I can see the stress on your face. Michel seems to be having a good time, but you look like you're about to pull your hair out."

Liam chuckled tiredly, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "Yo