Trunks stumbled into his penthouse, completely shattered. The moment the door shut behind him, he collapsed to the floor, his body trembling as sobs tore through his chest. All the pain he had ever buried—every wound, every shadow—rushed out of him at once. His cries echoed through the vast apartment until the staff came running.
“Young master…” one of his employees whispered, rushing closer. “What happened?”
Trunks said nothing. He just wept harder, gasping between cries.
“My angel?” Grandma Yuna’s voice broke through the air as she hurried to him. “What happened? Who did this to you?”
Trunks looked up, tears streaming down his face. The sight broke her heart into pieces. She immediately knelt beside him, gathered him into her arms, and led him to his room. She laid him gently on his
