The gloomy air in the room stinks with dejectedness. The wound of being left behind by her, the very wound he had tried to stitch, was torn open the moment Xavier came across what his son thought about him.
Xavier had burned himself in the last eight years, forcing himself to get up with that constant pain in his chest and the strength it took to smile for his kids as he hid how broken their father was only to protect them from getting hurt.
Xavier was aware that he never really answered Adrian’s questions about Tiara’s whereabouts or as to why she left them but he did that to for their own betterment because Xavier had no guts to tell his children and their mother never wanted them that she had never loved them and had left them the minute Xavier asked her to.
For a minute Xavier was r
