Desiree's POV

"So, who is it that is calling you today? I assumed it was your sister who had called." Alexander said, tearing the coffee sachet from his mouth while looking at me, with a smile on his face. He's now brewing himself a cup of hot coffee in the afternoon; it's unusual, but it's the first time I've seen him do so.

"Yes, it was her, and I want to thank you for saving my father from near-depression; he is now happy again, and the ache in his heart has diminished."

"No problem, it's my pleasure to help you." He replied while nodding his head.

But I felt compelled...