"Dad!"
The second Dimitri unlocked the door to his home, Amelia had already sprinted in. Her eyes scoured the space before it eventually landed on her father, sitting at the dining table with a bowl of steaming hot noodle soup in front of him. There were a few dishes that were also placed on the table, most likely the ones he claimed Dimitri had left for him.
Her eyes twitched. So much for already having dinner! Not only had he lied about his injuries, he had also lied about something as simple as having dinner.
"Amelia!" Michael Kentwood was so shocked that he dropped the fork onto the table, defaulting from the endearing nickname back to Amelia's full name. "What are you doing here?"
Then, his good eye found Dimitri, Ronan, and Matteo standing by the door. The older man sighed.
"Did the boys tell you?"
