Chapter 91Andrew sat at his desk, staring blankly at the files spread in front of him. He was done at the day at the office and needed to return home. Without warning, the atmosphere shifted again. The lights above flickered, and the clock hands froze mid-tick. Andrew took a deep breath, his pulse quickening as he glanced around. He knew what was coming.—Greetings, Master— Valkyron's voice resonated directly in Andrew's mind, calm and steady.Andrew forced a nervous smile, leaning back in his chair.—The confrontation with Alec will demand more than you currently possess— Valkyron stated blankly. Andrew frowned, the weight of Valkyron's words pressing on him. "What exactly does that mean?"—It means you will face trials, Master— Valkyron said. —Challenges that will test your strength, your courage, and your resolve. For that, you will need access to me at all times. I must be by your side to guide you, without limitation—Andrew raised an eyebrow. "You're here now. Isn't that eno

Andrew ascended the stairs, the wood creaking softly under his weight as he approached Dora’s room. He paused in front of her door, his hand hovering just above the painted surface. His heart ached at the thought of the pain he had caused her—disappointment that was still fresh in her eyes as she slammed the door shut.He wanted to knock, to tell her again how sorry he was, to hold her and promise that he’d make it up to her. But he knew she probably wouldn't answer, that she needed space. The last thing he wanted was to make things worse by pushing her too hard.Andrew sighed, lowering his hand. The hallway was dark, a single lamp casting a dim light that barely reached Dora’s door. He hesitated for a moment, then turned and made his way to his own room, his heart heavy. He opened the door to his bedroom, the familiar scent of lavender and freshly laundered sheets filling the air. He closed the door behind him and crossed the room, collapsing onto the bed, his body sinking into the m

Andrew sat on the edge of Dora's bed, watching her tie her shoelaces with a determined look on her face. The morning sunlight streamed through the window, and for a moment, the house felt like it was back to normal, as if nothing unusual had happened last night. But the tension between them remained. Dora had been quiet all morning, her eyes occasionally flickering toward him with a hint of suspicion."Why did you sleep in my room last night, Daddy?" Dora asked, her voice laced with annoyance as she focused on her laces.Andrew cleared his throat, trying to find the right words. He knew that she was still upset about his broken promise the previous day, and he didn’t want to give her another reason to be disappointed in him. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees."Well," he began, "I came in to apologize to you, but when I got here, you were already asleep." He watched her expression carefully, trying to gauge her reaction. "I was so tired... I guess I just dozed off in y

Chapter 97Andrew pulled the car to a stop in front of the ice cream shop, the neon lights of the storefront glowing warmly in the early evening. He took a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering unease that had followed him all day. His hands gripped the steering wheel for a moment longer, his knuckles white with tension.He climbed out of the car, glancing around the street. There were people everywhere—families, teenagers, couples—but something still felt off. He tried to ignore the sensation, hoping it was just his overworked imagination playing tricks on him. The paranoid feeling of being followed hadn’t left him since the voicemail, but he hadn’t seen anything to back up that fear.As he walked toward the shop, Andrew made sure to turn discreetly, scanning the crowd. He couldn’t pinpoint why he felt that way, but it was as though a heavy presence lurked behind him. He walked past a group of teenagers, pretending to browse the displays of an adjacent store while he looked

Chapter 99"Daddy is back!!" Andrew heard Dora scream when he was getting down from the car. As he parked and turned off the engine, Andrew glanced over at the passenger seat. The tub of strawberry ice cream sat there, completely out of place in the middle of the chaos his day had been. He had promised Dora, and despite everything, he had made sure to keep that promise. He grabbed the ice cream and stepped out of the car, but the moment his feet hit the pavement, his exhaustion became evident. His clothes were in tatters—ripped at the sleeves and smeared with dirt, one of his shoes was missing a lace, and he was nursing a fresh cut above his right eyebrow.There was a maid tending to the garden. The moment she saw Andrew alight from the car, she immediately stopped what she was doing and focused her attention on him. Rosa looked up from the garden and gasped, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of Andrew's disheveled appearance. For a moment, she hesitated, stepping toward hi