Nikolas paced around the room. Three days now, and they hadn't been able to get anywhere with his mother. He'd even misplaced his phone amidst all these, and he wondered how Viviana was doing.
She was probably worried.
But he was going to go back to her. he just need to—
Loredana walked into the living room. She seemed paler than usual. And even though she held a soft smile, that sadness in her eyes were still bright as usual. And he hated it.
To see his own mother this way.
"Mom."
"Where is Lucian?" Loredana asked.
"He's trying to contact Francesca. His phone lost connection."
"I see." She nodded. "Could you call him? I'd like to speak to you bo—"
"Dammit, I'm unable to get an effing connection. What is going on?" Lucian barged into the level room, fixing the glasses on the bridge of his nose.
He lifted his blue gaze at the quietness of the room only to find his mother and his twin staring at him. "Mom…" he mumbled.
