Roman’s POV
After a while, Kael entered the drawing room, dressed sharply in a chocolate brown shirt paired with light beige trousers that fit his muscular frame with effortless precision.
The other two, Lucian and Rafe followed soon after, fresh from their showers and clad in comfortable loungewear—simple T-shirts and loose pants.
"Isn’t it the weekend? Are you going somewhere?" I asked Kael, knowing full well he didn’t have any office work today.
He hummed. "I had a call from the hospital."
"What the hell now?" Lucian’s irritated voice cut through as he descended the stairs, ruffling his damp hair. "Must be that wrinkly cunt buzzing in her daughter’s ears again."
"I’ll take care of it," Kael replied calmly.
And we didn’t doubt it. The way he too care of Sophia’s parents yesterday,
