Chapter 109

Damien’s POV

I started packing my bags before it was 8:00 a.m. What I had decided to do was find the answer, and the only place I could find it was in New York.

The last time I walked to Anita, I had a nudge and the motivation to start finding answers—not only on Anita but on my mom’s case.

“Off to somewhere?” Lancelot strode in with his bare chest covered by a slim singlet.

In this winter where I’m almost freezing, it’s four days till Christmas, and I wasn’t sure if Christmas was going to be the same.

“Yes, off to New York. I need to see my dad.”

“Mr. King himself—and you think that’s a good idea?”

What else would I do? I wasn’t just going to sit around and do nothing.

“I have no other choice, Lance. I’m a man also.”

“No, you are his son, and he still is your father,” Lancelot pointed out.

“Which is the more reason I should ask him!”

It was high time he let his pain and ego aside.

I zipped up the last of