Trigger Warning in the chapter.
After finishing her meal, Layla delicately picked up the napkin and dabbed at her lips before placing it neatly beside her plate. She looked up, her gaze met Alekis's. "Thank you, Father, for taking the time to meet with me," she said, her tone respectful but firm.
Alekis leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest. His piercing eyes studied her for a moment before he spoke. "What's on your mind, Layla?"
She hesitated briefly, gathering her thoughts. "It's about Lucius," she began, her voice soft but earnest. "I want to understand more about the accident—how it happened and why. Lucius still carries the weight of his brother's death, blaming himself for what happened that day. It's eating away at him, and I'm worried about how much longer he can bear it."
