Chapter 0045

Nevaeh's POV

It has been a few days since the tragic news of Ximena's untimely death. Just two days passed, and a swarm of reporters descended upon our villa, only to be halted by the vigilant security personnel guarding the entrance. What transpired between them and Grandma remains a mystery, as they departed without uttering a single word about the deceased Ximena. It felt as though she never existed in the first place. The broadcasting network has inexplicably gone silent on the details of her death. Even within the confines of our home, an eerie silence surrounds her. Not even my father speaks of her.

"Baby?" my father's voice penetrated the quiet, his form appearing in the doorway with a tray of food. I sat propped up against the headboard, immediately grasping for my phone, feigning ignorance of his presence.

He set the tray down on the bed beside me. "Baby?" his hand touched my shoulder, causing me to recoil. I hastily shifted to the other side.

"The cook informed me that you'v