That night, Elena stood in front of Damian's door. Her hands were shaking, not because of the cold, but because of the chaos inside her. She knew very well how Damian and Isabella were, but for Olivia's sake, she had to put her pride aside.

Taking a deep breath, Elena knocked on the door. Soon, the sound of footsteps approached, then the door opened. Damian stood there, dressed in a casual T-shirt and pants, his face looking tired and a little annoyed to see Elena in front of him.

"What now?" he asked coldly.

Elena swallowed hard. "I want to talk."

Damian sighed harshly. "When it comes to the kids,...