(Livia POV)
I finally reached my cottage but via a different route. I didn’t want to tell him that I wanted to visit my mom because I didn't tell anyone about my mother’s dementia. I knocked on the door and waited for a moment for my mother to open the door, but she didn’t open the door. I furrowed my brows in confusion and then knocked on the door again. And now I have started thinking about all the negative scenarios. I calmed my racing heart and decided to break the door. I didn’t have any other option at that moment, so, without waiting, I kicked open the door. My gut feeling was telling me that something was not right like something bad was about to happen.
“Mom!!! I am home. Where are you?” I called her but she didn’t respond. What the hell? Did someone kidnap her or what? I asked
