Cyril's POV
Tatiana was in my room a few days ago. I have been home for a while now, since my company went bankrupt.
I had only let her in because of how she convinced me that she had something urgent to talk about.
I remember my heart skipping a beat at the mention of the word “urgent”, my anxiety growing thicker than it had been before.
It had better not be bad news about Iris.
What could be wrong? I hope there's nothing wrong with Iris.
Because I didn't know how I was going to take it.
One thing I knew was that it would break me for sure.
I already have a lot on my plate that I'm currently dealing with right now.
The last thing I want is anything that will aggravate the persistent headache I keep experiencing.
Well, luckily, that wasn't the case. My countenance quickly ch
