"Patriarch!" A miserable cry rang out in the villa in the middle of the night. It resonated in the night sky and could be heard from hundreds of meters away.
James, who had been waiting a few hundred meters away, immediately opened his eyes.
"Patriarch?" He was perplexed. The voice sounded like Hayden's.
Why?
Did something happen to the Patriarch?
His face suddenly went pale. Before he could run for the villa, a shadow-like figure beat him to it and entered the house first.
"Yosef!"
The man was none other than Yosef himself.
James cried out and ran inside after Yosef.
Inside the villa, Hayden knelt beside the bed and was howling in misery. His cheeks were streaked with tears. Next to him, Caroline was crying at the top of her lungs as well, not caring how she looked. Here in this house, her image was the last thing on her mind.
