On Landen's side, it was already early in the morning when he drove back to the villa. The huge villa looked particularly solemn in the dark night.
Landen sat on the sofa in the living room. There was a hint of malice in his eyes, and the cigarette butt in his hand was clearly extinguished.
In his mind, he thought of the crying of Aaliyah in the bathroom, as well as what she had said to him in a voice full of hatred.
All of a sudden, the phone on the tea table buzzed. Landen came to his senses, picked up the phone, looked at the caller ID on the screen, and then pressed the answer button.
"Grandpa, why haven't you slept yet? What can I do for you?"
"Go back to the pack house tomorrow. I have something to tell you!"
"Okay, I see!" Landen responded indifferently and then hung up the ph
