*Alexander*

The next morning,

I stood implanted at a spot in the extensive and extremely unique living room, watching how the servants move out one after the other with Kiara's items of luggage. I fixed my gaze upon the stairs, impatiently waiting for her to appear with my son, but I couldn't understand why she was not here yet. Is she probably having some kind of discussion with Henry Torres? I continued to glance at my wristwatch from time to time, reckoning what my next movement would be like. Shortly, the sound of her heels echoed in the place and I quickly look over at the stairs to see her...