Russell POV

Two days later, my father came back home and was preparing some documents and clothes for his trip to Japan, meanwhile, he had sent his secretary to book him a quick flight for the journey.

I walked into the room after knocking on the door. "Dad, is it true?" I asked with a worried expression, my dad who was arranging his bag stopped and looked at me.

"You heard?" He asked and I nodded, sitting down on the sofa in his room with my head down.

"How can it go so wrong?" The music which I had just sung a few months ago was going into criticisms and...