His father’s bright smile was engraved into his brain, as if he was right there with him. Remembering his smile broke Alex’s heart.

“Dad, you were the one who chose and bought this place. You lived here!

“Your son will get it back for you,” Alex murmured to himself.

He closed his eyes, engulfed by his thoughts.

It was five in the evening by the time John rushed back to the manor from the hospital, feeling bloodthirsty. He blamed Alex and Brittany for the states his son and father were in. He