After the mourning, gathering an unbearable weight on his chest, Nathaniel was at his hideout with everyone else.

“Amanda has slept. I have given her the sleeping pill you gave,” Cinzel said, sitting beside Prince.

“Yeah, she must not forget her condition, too much stress is not good for her,” He hummed, lying on the couch, rubbing his temples.

“You should eat too-”

Zariah was about to speak but he angrily ignored her and turned to Prince.

“Where are the kids? Why didn’t you bring them along? At least seeing them would have reduced the pain,”

“They are with the nanny. And no, it wouldn’t have reduced the pain rather...