Chapter 92

On the other hand, Dario finished eating and retreated to his father’s study with the journal in his hands.

Dario sat alone in his father’s dimly lit study, his eyes scanning the pages of the journal with determination. He was exhausted from the stress of the entire day, but he was determined to dig deeper and find more truths.

The room was quiet, save for the soft rustle of pages turning. His heart raced as he delved deeper into the journal at what he could find. Even aside the truth about why his father had sent them away.

To him, he had his father’s whole life in his hands.

He read and searched for more information about his father’s life and the love he never knew existed.

‘There’s got to be more. More about why he sent us away, more that he wants me to find out about,’ Dario thought.

Suddenly, his fingers paused on a page marked with a small, pressed flower. The entry was dated a few years after he and his mother started living with Sir Davis. He read aloud but in hushed tones