chapter 23

IVAN’S POV

“Mom, am on my way, I have meetings today”, I tell my mom tiredly.

“Ivan dont you dare deny me, first you bring your ass to home and show your face to me”, she snaps at me angrily.

“mom....”, I try to change her mind but she is so stubborn, she wont be letting me to go to work if I didn’t listen to her. I sigh loudly and glance at my watch.

“Okay, mom, I will be there”, I tell her nodding my head to my manager to change my schedule and post my meetings a hour further.

Soon I arrived to my childhood home- Miller mansion. The cream walls of the mansion with tall pillars in European style with marble flooring was the home I born and raised in. This home was inherited by my father from his father and my grandfather from his. There is no doubt that masons who worked on this master piece were more skilled and used good quality material since it lasted this long. We didn’t change the major parts of this mansion but we did some changes in interiors with time to time.

The beautiful