#Chapter 51: Treacherous Paths

Grace After we finished High Tea with Cecil, Charles took her to the bathroom to clean the icing from her hands. I heard her squeal. “Are these for me? Thank you, Uncle Charles!” Eason let out a low whistle as we made it to my office. “He’s really stepping into the Daddy shoes, isn’t he?” I flushed, and he grinned. “For just Cecil or…” “Shut up, Eason,” I nudged him, and he laughed. He sank into a chair across from me and pulled out his laptop. The scent of coffee filled the air as Charles entered, carrying a tray in one hand and a laptop tucked under his arm. The aroma wafted through the air as we gathered and settled into the plush armchairs, creating a mini boardroom of sorts amid the bookshelves and framed photographs. “What’s Cecil up to?” Eason asked. Charles grinned. “A new, very extensive coloring book and shimmering crayons. I think she’ll be busy for a while.” I smiled at the thought and sipped my coffee. Cecil could lose herself for hours in a colori