TRENT POV
It takes a lot of bottled-up hate, f****d-up emotions to save your family members from an unknown number.
It's just that I didn't feel anything towards them anymore... Assuming that I did in the first place.
I left the Creighton Mansion the moment I was eighteen, and anything that had to do with them too. Which was more than a decade ago.
We were nearly halfway across the world from each other. That was it; we were that far away from each other, so they couldn't just stay there, could they?
Do they have to torment me for the rest of my life too?
“Just leave me alone,” I murmured.
How about the unknown number flashing across my screen thought differently.
“Ignore it,” I muttered, stuffing the last bite of salad into my mouth.
Think happy thoughts instead, I said to my inn
