Chapter 14

The sun rose brightly in the deep blue sky. The shaft of the sun pierced through the windows of the Khawaja’s mansion. The early morning dew was still vivid on the flowers in the compound. In the gold and white sparkling living room, Mr Asad was rushing downstairs when his wife came up his way.

“Good morning, dear,” she greeted.

“Good morning, dear, how was your night?” Mr Asad responded, checking his wristwatch.

“It was fine. Breakfast is ready,” she announced.

“I will have breakfast in the office,” he declared, heading toward the door.

“I also want to talk with you,” she said, following him up. He turned abruptly to her.

“I am in a hurry, dear, we will talk when I return,” Mr Asad said and hurried out. Mr Hamdaan was already waiting for him. Mr Asad entered the car and Mr Hamdaan drove off.

Back in the living room, Rayan met his mother. “Good morning, Mom,” Rayan greeted.

“Good morning, son,” the mother responded, heading to the dining room.