Chapter 1193

Oliver stubbed out his half-finished cigarette in the ashtray. "Clean it up," he ordered over the phone before ending the call. Victor glanced at the time and stretched. "Now that it's all done, what's next on your agenda?" Oliver stood and grabbed his suit jacket from the back of the chair, slipping it on. "I'm going home. It's late, and Grace and Cliff are waiting for me. Cliff rolled over today." Victor chuckled as he stood, rolling his neck to ease the tension. "Mind giving me a lift? I'll stop by tomorrow to visit Cliff." The city lay still and silent by the time Oliver returned home. The moon hid behind clouds, casting a dim, peaceful light over the quiet streets. He quietly pushed open the bedroom door and was greeted by the soft glow of a warm night light, which Grace had left on for him. Inside, Grace and Cliff slept soundly in a tender embrace. Cliff, who had been full of energy until midnight, now rested with his tiny feet curled up, his head nestled against his mother'