Chapter 135

Prescott was swamped-his study was buried in piles of paperwork waiting for his review and signature. Even though the once-mighty Somerset family had collapsed, a good chunk of their legal assets still raked in profit. Each company had its own designated manager, but whenever it came to sensitive materials, Prescott, the real boss behind the scenes, had to handle it personally. Besides managing what was left of the Somerset estate, he also had a few of his own private companies. Even while recovering at the estate, his daily schedule stayed packed. He'd been glued to his desk all morning and hadn't touched his lunch. Willa eyed the untouched tray she carried out of the study and sighed with worry. Meanwhile, Camila had just finished practicing calligraphy upstairs for over an hour. She was planning to get some fresh air in the garden when she happened to spot Willa carrying the same lunch tray and mumbling to herself on the stairs. Camila paused, offered a polite greeting. The moment W