Chapter 627

In the apartment, Elena had just put her daughters to bed and returned to the bedroom when she heard a knock on the door, followed by Martha's footsteps.

"Mr. Prescott, it's so late. Why are you here?" Martha's voice, with a hint of surprise, came through the slightly ajar bedroom door. Elena frowned and checked the time. It was past midnight, and she wondered what Declan was doing coming over so