GARETH'S POV
The last thing I had expected to see as I drove my Lamborghini into the yard this morning, was Grandma Celia's car but there it was, sitting pretty on the driveway. I knew something was off, immediately my eyes met with the driver's as I pulled the car into the driveway—next to him.
It was odd to see her car in our yard but then, this wasn't the first time. Grandma Celia had surely paid a few unannounced visits to us in the past. But her visits had stopped a long time ago. So why was she here?
My eyes moved to the gold Rolex watch on my wrist and I frowned slightly when I saw it was just a few minutes past ten. Grandma Celia wasn't a morning person, I knew because Gordon had gotten that part of him from her.
It was always a struggle, getting her out of the bed early in the
