After driving for minutes, I finally pulled outside the family mansion. I had noticed that Mikhail's car followed me until I drove past the family estate.Although he didn't have to and I didn't need it, I still noted that and kept it somewhere in mind.Stepping outside the car, a familiar feeling of nostalgia hit me. I grew up here, lived here all my life. Three years ago, I left without looking back to live with Austin. Three years later, I was standing here, wondering if what I felt was relief or guilt for walking away.Shoving those thoughts away, I walked towards the house. The lights were still on. Of course they would be. My grandfather was never one to go to bed early.I rang the bell and waited.A moment later, footsteps approached and the door swung open. Richard, my grandfather's butler, stood at the entrance. His eyes widened slightly when he saw me before he composed himself."Miss Leslie." He greeted, stepping aside immediately. "Please come in." He said, ushering me ins
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