Cedric's Perspective:
I sat on the couch, leaning back, staring at the painting of Selena hanging on the wall.
I closed my eyes, imagining myself back in the days when I was blind.
Back then, Selena was always there for me, just like this painting.
Like Alex said, I've never been the kind of man who suffers over a woman. It's because I'd never experienced real love.
But I'm not giving up on Selena. Not now, not ever.
"Sir, I've found Selena's father," Eric said as he stepped into the room, placing a file in front of me.
I flipped through the papers, my brow furrowing deeper with each page.
"Well, this is surprising."
I knew Selena came from a tough background, but I had no idea it was this bad.
It turned out her father, Frank, was once a somewhat successful businessman. But his w
