"My boy," Mirabel heard a man call and her heart raced faster than before, she was nervous the moment they stepped out of the car but it got worse as she heard the word ~my boy~
They turned around to meet a man in his early sixties or late fifties, he was smiling with his arm wide open ready to hug his son.
Adrian kept a straight and super cold face, she has never seen him that cold it was like something buried deep inside of him was pulled out.
"Father," he called with the same expression as he reluctantly dragged his feet to hug him, his father looked so happy as they hugged each other.
'He doesn't look like the monster Adrian described him to be," she thought. "He never said he was a monster, he said he is strict," her inner mind corrected.
"Is that your wife?" His father asked as
