Freddy’s POV

The morning began just like any other day.

Breakfast was calm—Aliana was seated opposite me, speaking rarely but appearing more at ease than she had in several days. I observed her hand gently placed on her belly, a tender gesture, as though she were comforting herself.

It affected me in some way.

Something I wasn’t prepared to label.

However, I took no action.

Rather, I concentrated on what had to be accomplished.

Once I completed my coffee, I got up, tweaking my cufflinks. "Desmond, we are leaving now." "Kyle, ensure that security remains strict."

Kyle, still reclined in his chair, grinned. "Sure, sure." I understand. Additionally, I’m taking...