His lost grandson

At first, he didn't realize what had happened to his grandson. When Zachary put a hand across his face but he stepped backward, his grandson only loathed body contact, especially with the people he didn't know. Doing the same thing to him made him wonder what had happened to him. He had a series of questions he wanted to ask. Why haven't you been coming home? What happened to you? A lot that he couldn't even remember all.

A few months ago, he vividly remembered what his butler divulged that very day, Lucien left home without a bodyguard and also he didn't tell anyone who he was meeting that day or where he was headed. Being the grandson of a tycoon, he was aware of the kind of danger swirling around him like the wind at every corner, yet he left home without his bodyguards.

For weeks, his corpse was never retrieved or found, yet Zachary presumed it was better to pronounce him dead after months of searching with shattered hopes.

It had been five months, two weeks already. When he rec