"Just today..." Damien's voice echoed throughout the silent living room.
"A major client denied our deal, then handed the contract over to another company instead.
I tried everything I could, but..."
He let out a faint, frustrated sigh, his sentence trailing off as his gaze settled upon Seraphina, who still remained seated on the couch—almost as if she were frozen in place.
Her back was still facing him, and she still hadn't moved.
Despite hearing his sorrow-filled words, along with the hint of frustration in his voice...
She gave no response.
Instead, her arms slowly tightened around Aiden almost instinctively, as though embracing her son was the only thing keeping her calm.
The little body quietly peeked over her shoulder, his innocent black eyes landing upon Damien with fear visible in them.
Then—
"What do you think about it...
Seraphina Cross?"
The moment those words left his mouth—
Lucian immediately felt it as his mother's body suddenly shivered violently.
