Chapter 62

"Alastair wishes to see you,"

"What does he want?" a woman spat, her eyes filled with dark and cold rage.

In an unfamiliar place, I found myself standing in a serene room adorned with coats of fur and carpet lining the dresser and flooring. A sudden sharp pain struck the back of my head, and before I could comprehend it, a figure emerged—a brooding man whose presence exuded great intimidation.

He clenched his teeth, fists curling into a ball. His tensed muscles portrayed him as a short-tempered man. My gaze involuntarily shifted to the woman he was glaring at, and I froze when I recognized who she was. Mother…

“What do you want!?”

I watched as the man strode forward, and in a split jarring second, he slapped her in the cheeks.

“You think you could escape me?”

Mother kicked the man's knees, but to her dismay, he didn't flinch. He was consumed by rage and dangerously close to causing her harm. Filled with anger towards this man,