Lysander’s POV
It was time for dinner, and I was at the table with my mother, Rina, Alejandro, and Susan. I ate slowly; my appetite had vanished as all I could think about was what I’d do to the culprit who dared to hurt Rebecca.
Rina, who was sitting right next to me, wouldn’t stop peeking at my face. Just like me, she was eating slowly, but in her case, it was because she kept stealing glances at me.
“Are you okay? You seem worked up,” Rina asked finally.
“I’m good.” I looked at her briefly.
“You don’t look it, though.”
I let out a sigh. “How can I be okay when Rebecca got hurt barely two weeks after moving here? I can’t help but feel irresponsible.”
“Hey. None of this is your fault, man,” Alejandro quickly chipped in. “You are the most careful and responsible person I’ve ever met
