Riiinngg~!
*sigh . . .
She couldn't even grieve in peace. The phone designated for the Coles, which meant that she had to answer, or the butler would come to her room and remind her again and again.
Snatching the phone, she said, "What?"
"Mother, is that the kind of tone you use to your son, who you didn't see for months?"
Alexa's mind cleared, and she shot into a sitting position.
"Álvaro?"
It was rare for her sons to call her. To them, she might as well be dead. She couldn't blame them. She never did get a chance to take care of them. All because of the stupid rules of the Cole. Because they were afraid that her sons might get attached to her and she would control them into her bidding.
What nonsense.
But she also had her fault. She didn't make any effort to protest, nor did she fought for them.
"Mother, are you crying right now?"
Alexa roamed her eyes. She was so sure there was no camera in her room.
