Two short beeps sounded in David’s ear before the call cut off. Ella had hung up on him.
David stared at his phone, stunned. Was she serious? She actually hung up on him?
Right then, Felix, the butler, walked over. David didn’t hesitate. “Felix, call Ella and tell her Grandma isn’t feeling well. She needs to come home now.”
Felix looked confused. “But sir, Mrs. Harmon already had the medicine Ella made and fell asleep. She’s fine.”
David narrowed his eyes. “Make it up. Do you understand what I mean?”
Felix hesitated. “Sir, is it really okay to lie to her? Ella’s been running herself ragged for the past three years, taking care of both you and Mrs. Harmon. Shouldn’t she get a night out to relax?”
David’s glare darkened. “Felix, are you calling her or not?”
Maybe David’s expression was too much, because Felix quickly pulled out his phone. “I’m calling her right now.”
David put his hands on his hips, feeling the tension knotting in his forehead. This house was getting out of hand. No one listened to him anymore. It was all because Grandma spoiled her.
…
About half an hour later, Ella rushed through the front door, her voice tight with worry. “Grandma! What happened?”
She stopped short. The living room was silent and dark. No lights, no sound. Just shadows.
“Why isn’t anyone turning on the lights?” she muttered, reaching out to find the switch.
Suddenly, a large hand reached out from the darkness and grabbed her wrist, pulling her forward. She gasped as she stumbled right into a strong, warm chest.

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