Allesandro gripped the steering wheel tightly, his mind clouded with frustration, regret, and a simmering rage that refused to die down. After his meltdown at Wales Enterprises, Matteo's words lingered in his mind. You fix things, you don't burn bridges.
If he couldn't fix things with Ever, he'd at least do something right—his children. They were his, no matter what she said.
He pulled up in front of the preschool, stepping out of his black Rolls-Royce with an aura that demanded attention. The teachers and parents standing nearby turned to stare, whispering as they recognized him. He didn't care.
As he entered, a teacher greeted him nervously. "Mr. Wales, we weren't informed you'd be picking up Isla and Leo today."
"I'm their father," he stated coldly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Where are they?"
