Zyron's pov
At our home, the taxi stopped.
Here's my payment; keep the change, I said to the driver, my voice flat and weak.
Stepped outside and strolled toward the gate, the sun already high and merciless. Still throbbing was my head. Though I had never stepped inside the house, everything seemed to be collapsing on me.
One of our maids recognised me right as I crossed the gate.
Young Master, she queried in disbelief, "You are only now getting home? "
I made no effort to clarify. Where's Mom? I inquired instead.
She answered inside over breakfast with Master Gino and Young Lady Kaidence.
I just nodded and headed to the front door. As I entered the dining room, the smell of breakfast—garlic rice, eggs, tapa—filled the air. The smell made my stomach turn.
Mom had just put a plate of food on the table when her gaze fell on me. Son, you are just in time. She remarked warmly, come have breakfast with us.
