Michael'S POVSwitching up my expression to one etched with shock and concern, I rushed over to where Alora had fallen and scooped her into my arms.“I'm so sorry, baby. I just walked in and I saw…. I don't understand how this happened. Calm down, okay?”“M—My father!!” She continued to scream, tears spilling down her face as she trembled in my arms. She fought her way out of my grip and began to crawl over to her father's corpse, still wailing.I picked her up again and pulled her away. “He's gone, baby. He's gone,” I whispered in her ears, hugging her tightly. “I tried to save him, but it was too late.”Alora's body wracked with sobs and it took all the patience I could muster to keep me from tossing her aside. Why the hell was she being so dramatic, crying over spilt milk? Her father was an old man already and he was surely going to die in a few years. Why did she have to cry like he lost all his youth? The sound of her cries was so annoying, but I managed to keep my cool, hugging 
 Last Updated : 2025-10-30
Last Updated : 2025-10-30