Breelia's POV
It's been three days now, I was seated in the new seat and desk that I had replaced yesterday, the office that used to belong to my father now replaced with everything including the wall paintings because the previous one was stained with his blood.
After finding his scent in one of the files that I found on the floors, I couldn't let the thoughts of the possibility that he was the one who killed my father leave my mind, but I had also been quick to hide it away from uncle Carlos or Hyun Shik because I wasn't sure if he had only come in here while we were having the investiture.
And made sure no one was able to pick that up less it causes him suspicions that I wasn't looking forward to.
A file was in my hand while I sat staring at the door my mind drifting off to so many scenarios even though I didn't really want to keep thinking about them.
