"I appreciate what they did for us…" she says in a faint voice, her lips trembling with frustration. "Don't think I don't appreciate what your parents did for mine in those dark times, Vlad…" Her tears rolled down her cheeks once more. She struggles to hold back the sobs, but it's hard for her to hide that vulnerability again.
I moved away from her, heading to the window. I look out at the illuminated garden, which is protected by my men, as usual. Every three meters, there are armed men guarding the property, and if Rebecca managed to get out of there, it was only because I wanted and planned it. Young Volkov had only one job, and he did it perfectly.
I take a deep breath, running my fingers through my hair just to keep my hands still, trying to calm myself and not push us into a corner
