Alexander's POV
What is taking her so long? I thought. I had already planned for us to go on a date so she could ease her stress.
I know she is going through something, but I haven't figured out what it is yet.
After the death of Zara and Amelia, my suspicions about Layla increased.
I know someone is protecting her and I will find out who the person is soon.
I sat on the chair, as I sipped my wine gently.
The door flung open and Layla walked in, looking like a ghost.
I stood up to meet her. She almost collapsed, but I held her quickly.
I took her to the room and laid her on the bed.
I had better leave her alone now and ask the questions tomorrow. As I turned to leave, she held me back as she wailed.
“My mother is dead!” She lamented.
That came as a surprise. I made sure all of h
