TPV
Victor was resting in his armchair in his bedroom that night after he returned from Devon and Elena's room. He couldn't believe things had turned so ugly, and he didn't even realise it.
He was so occupied with his work and family matters that he failed to take Ortiz's warnings seriously.
He was responsible that his son and his daughter-in-law were facing such death threats. Though he would never accept Elena as his family member, she was Devon's wife, and that truth couldn't be changed. And that made Victor feel responsible for her safety.
It was his fault that his best friend and companion through every phase of life was in a coma, and now he didn't know when would he wake up or even if he would ever wake up.
"It's all my fault... it's all my fault!" He whispered, clenching his eyes shut.
Only he knew how horrible he felt and how much he was cursing himself. At times like these, he would have ran to Ortiz, but now he was alone. And he had to protect his family.
