ADRIAN POV.
I slammed the door behind me as I entered the room, barely containing the rage boiling inside.
My hands trembled, and I paced back and forth, trying to keep myself from punching something.
How could he say that? How could he bring up Ken like that?
I didn’t want to go to Mauritius with Vera. I didn’t want any of this. But, as always, I didn’t have a choice. My father had made that painfully clear.
The anger in my chest felt like a heavyweight, suffocating me. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think straight.
All I could see was my father’s cold, unforgiving face, and all I could hear were his cutting words; “Maybe if you hadn’t been so stupid and caused his death…”
I clenched my fists, trying to shake the memory away, but it was no use. The guilt was always there, lurking
