Mr. Radiance hadn't returned home today—too busy containing the wildfire of tabloid rumors before they reached Grandpa Radiance's ears.
Alicia's chest seethed with unspoken rage. She clenched her jaw and stubbornly turned away without argument.
"Then I'll starve until you unlock that door."
Rita sighed, setting the untouched bowl of porridge on the table before reaching for the phone to call Mr. Radiance.
Cut off from all communication, Alicia angrily jabbed the TV remote—only for the screen to stay dead. "What's going on?"
With a frustrated growl, she slammed the remote across the room and snatched her laptop instead.
Mindlessly clicking through browser tabs, she'd meant to distract herself with dramas. But then her gaze caught the news section.
One glance sent her blood rushing to
