Bella 's POV

"Welcome, my son." A woman, supposed to be in her fifties rushes towards us, pulling Melech into an embrace, she hugs him tight. From the very nature of the passion between them, I suspect this to be his mom. I see another woman, much older than this one sitting on one of the plenty executive chairs here.

"That must be his grandmother!" My mind suggests. I work my eyes through the entire room, with about a dozen here, I detect his father and other youngsters who seem to be his cousins.

The next person Melech 's mom checks on among the four of us is I, as...