Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-One.

Declan strode into his room and unzipped his jacket. It had been a long hectic night and he wished to drown himself in warm water. He brought out his phone from his back pocket and placed it on the bedside and walked into the shower.

He came out 20 minutes later wrapped in a bathrobe and drying his wet air. His eyes glanced at his phone at the bedside.

"Shit!"

He picked the phone and swiped it up. 50 freaking missed calls.

"Who the hell?—" He started to complain about the caller but paused when he saw who it was. Mandy. He was instantly washed with guilt for keeping her in the dark. She had left him a message also and when he read it, his eyes bulged from their sockets.

He quickly changed into anything he laid hands on first, grabbed his keys and dashed out.

"How is he?" Declan asked the butler, rushing into the Asher's residence. He was stunned at the amount of staff he saw standing in the living room. He didn't spare them a second and rushed straight to Grandpa Asher's room.

"Noo