The Avendano family gathering extended into the waning hours of daylight, prompting Lord Avendano to suggest that each and every guest stay the night in the manor, before returning to their own dwellings the following day. As the final rays of the sun bathed the grand dining hall in a golden glow, they all partook in a delectable feast, filling the air with laughter and camaraderie. However, Niçholas was left to sit at the end side of the table so he would be far away from India, but he didn't mind. He was just too tired and a lot was still going on in his head. Soon after, the guests were assigned to their respective suites, embraced by the opulent tranquility of the manor's luxurious accommodations. Niçholas stepped into the suite, his exhaustion weighing heavily on his shoulders. The Avendano family gathering had stretched on until the sun had set, and now, the grand manor seemed like a sanctuary in the darkness. He yearned for the comfort of his bed, ready to surrender to sleep.

Niçholas's heart raced as he looked over his shoulder, his gaze meeting a suspicious crowd. Their eyes brimmed with doubt and uncertainty, causing a knot to form in his stomach. He wondered how he would convince them to leave the room so he could care for India unimpeded. He glanced at India and averted his gaze to the crowd again. Awareness settled upon him like a heavy cloak, as his eyes fell upon India's mother, her face contorted with anger at their proximity. With a clearing of his throat, Niçholas summoned his confidence, willing himself to speak with authority. "I kindly request that everyone evacuate this room immediately," he announced firmly, his voice resolute. "I assure you, I will take care of India myself. There's no need to take her to the hospital, I promise." India's mother, however, was not so easily swayed. Upset, she stepped forward, her eyes burning with anger. She looked directly at Niçholas, her voice laced with skepticism, "What skills do you possess that mak

"I am the one who sent the package." Everyone turned their heads in unison, their curious gazes fixated on the entrance of the grand dining hall. The sudden resonance of a voice filled the space, drawing attention and piquing curiosity. It was Alex, striding gracefully into the room, a wide smile adorning his face. In a playful gesture, he flipped his car keys in the air as he approached Lord Avendano, who stood perplexed by his unexpected visit and declaration. "It's a good morning, isn't it?" "Hold on Alex, did you say you are the one responsible for sending the mysterious package?" India's mother and father simultaneously inquired as the room buzzed with curiosity. This just seemed impossible because technically, it's impossible. Alex nodded, "I know you are surprised, but yes. I sent it." He said, his eyes flickering towards the direction of India and Niçholas. Niçholas appeared surprised; he hadn't anticipated Alex taking credit for something he hadn't done and that too, all

Niçholas's hands trembled slightly as he reached for his phone, his anger still simmering beneath the surface. He knew he needed to have a serious conversation with Candace about what had just transpired. He never got along with neither his ex mother in-law nor his ex brother in-law, so he didn't expect a normal reaction from them. With a deep breath, he dialed Candace's number, hoping for some clarity and understanding. The phone rang for what felt like an eternity, heightening Niçholas's frustration. "Who the hell is he calling? Don't even think you can threaten us with those body guards. You are just a call away from prison." Archie said. Finally, the call was answered, but it wasn't Candace on the other end. A voice he didn't recognize asked, "Hello, how may we be of help?" Confusion swirled within him as he wondered who had picked up Candace's phone. After a brief moment of silence, Niçholas mustered the courage to ask for Candace. "I do not want much... May I speak to Cand

Yerins winced in pain as his hand instinctively reached up to cradle his stinging cheek. The force of India's slap echoed through the air, sending shockwaves through his body. He could feel his chest tightening with a mix of anger and confusion. How did they end up here? His mind was a whirlwind of emotions, his words trapped beneath the weight of the silence that hung heavily in the air. India's eyes burned with fury, her gaze fixed on Yerins. Her voice, dripping with venom, accentuated her disdain. "Do not dare touch me in that manner ever again. Ever. The moment news of your presence reached me, I knew you had ulterior motives for coming.... You just didn't come here to felicitate me. Now, listen carefully... I demand that you never step foot in this Manor again, otherwise, you will rot in jail," she cautioned, her voice quivering with the force of her anger. With those words hanging heavily in the air, India swiftly spun on her heel and purposefully strode away, leaving Yerins