For the millionth time since Ajax had set foot in the old Halest Villa, he looked at the time and sighed worriedly in his chest.
Vincent should have reached home by now.
He hadn’t.
Not only that. Even his number had been unreachable for a reason he could not figure out.
Ajax only hoped for him to be alright.
There was already a tornado knocking at the doors. There was really no need for any more bad news in their lives.
At least not for a while. Who knew how long it would take to get over this one? The betrayal, that is.
It went without saying how much his father’s betrayal disturbed him to the bones.
He was disgusted by him.
The man he had known all his life—the so-called father figure—could do something so horrendous, could nurse such a sick mentality, nauseated him to his very
