Kane's pov
The evening sun rays passing through my windows, accompanied by calm winds, are mild and soothing as I sip from a glass of orange juice set beside my bed.
A lot is going through my mind, and the fact that I have no solution to any of the things going through my mind right now is more annoying.
I reach the table where the orange juice is on, take another sip, and then grab my phone. I contemplate calling Amora because what if she's with her parents or her brother? I don't want to make her uncomfortable in any way.
A few minutes later, there's a knock on the door, and my assistant walks in. It's very difficult to know if he bears good or bad news with the way he manages to keep a straight face all the time.
"Sir, I've got some important news for you," he starts, and my face b
