Chapter 22

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THE REAGAN RESIDENTIAL

>>> THIRD POV <<<

It was an illuminated sunrise, the tiny blue birds were chirping harmoniously outside while the sunlight lit up every cavity in the residence.

The maids bustle here and there, carrying out their tasks while Lady Bellamy scrutinizes them in the kitchen.

Meanwhile, in the dining room, different sorts of assorted food and luscious palatable were on the long dining table.

Hidalgo happens to be sitting powerfully on his seat; while his mother sat across the other end.

They were both eating up their food, and at the same talking over with each other.

"Mother, where is father?" Hidalgo abruptly ask his mother, he was gnawing on the fare in his mouth.

Mrs. Gina stabbed her fork on the plate, her eyes whirling red as she replied to her son "Your father is not home."

"Oh, he's gone to work already?" Hidalgo inquired as he glimpsed at her.

"No!" Mrs. Gina grumbled. Then, she told in a nervous tone "He didn't sleep home last