A sigh flickered across Ivan Horne's face. When would Daddy stop being so domineering? That was *his* Mommy, and yet he couldn't even follow her. In all the world, was anyone else as pitiful as him, saddled with a father who doted on Mommy to the skies yet was also incredibly overbearing?
The silver Rolls-Royce glided away with Julia, leaving the entire Horne family behind at the villa.
Ivan Horne, his young face set in a frown, still stood in place. His dark eyes, holding the dissatisfaction of a failed competition for affection, remained fixed on the direction where his father's car had vanished.
"Jimmy Horne, why did you bite me? Are you a dog?" Camila Ruiz's indignant voice suddenly erupted from not far behind.
