“Dad, I have to tell you something about Theodore Wayne?” Liara said in a low tone, entering Brandon’s bedroom, where he was searching for something in his wardrobe.

“Hmm. Go ahead, Princess!!” Brandon said, without looking at her, and kept searching for something in the wardrobe. “God!! Your mother has spoiled me. I don’t know a thing about my belongings. I can’t find my black t-shirt.”

“Dad, it’s urgent.” Brandon immediately stopped what he was doing and looked at her.

“Did he hurt you? Did he reject you already?” These were Brandon’s first questions when he reached Laira, holding her shoulder in concern. “Hmm?” He asked again softly.

Tears welled...