One hundred and fifteen

Sally's POV

Over the next few weeks, I was busy with household chores, such as reports, and evidence, and continuing the hunt for my mysterious enemy. I'm also trying to adjust to sitting on the throne and trying to multitask.

It was a late Wednesday afternoon, as usual, I was locked in my father's office, rummaging through files and papers, but one paper stood out the most. Application for adoption in the name of Donne for Arnav.

Arnav was adopted? How? Why?

There's a photo of him and Oliver when they were about 14 years old. In the lower right corner of the photo is the date and time it was taken.

September 6 - 2:45 pm

My grandmother walked into the office with two cups of coffee, and from there I smelled caffeine. I smiled and accepted it before starting the topic.

“How come you never told me that Arnav was adopted?”

She looked at the photo with a puzzled expression. “Because it's your aunt's matter.”

I looked at her with skeptical eyes. "But everyone has the right to interfere in