Anna's POV
"Are you sure you don't want Daniel to handle this?" Rachel asked, her concern clear in her voice as she sat beside me.
I shook my head. "This needs to be done in person. I want to make it absolutely clear."
The drive to the Simpson mansion was mercifully short. As we pulled up to the grand iron gates, I could already hear Mary Simpson's shrill voice echoing through the open windows. She was yelling at Jack what about, I didn't care anymore.
I took a deep breath, straightened my spine, and stepped out of the car. Behind me, Rachel and the driver carefully carried the wrapped painting. As we approached the front steps, the massive doors flung open before we could even knock.
Mary stood there, face pinched, eyes narrowing the moment she saw me. "I just knew it!" she spat, every word laced with venom. "Showing up first thing in the morning you're obviously looking for an excuse to reconnect with Jack!"
