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After the funeral, the mansion that once stood as a symbol of power and wealth was now a hollow shell of its former self. The staff who had survived the brutal invasion had been sent home to recover, and the mansion was left empty, with the exception of Nolan and Alexa.

Nolan had retreated to his room and refused to leave. He didn't bother to hire new staff to keep the mansion's state at bay. Every day, Alexa would spend her time making food for Nolan and prepping a nice hot bath for him to have. She would inform him of the food and the bath, but all she could ever get was the sound of his cries under his bed sheet.

Alexa felt helpless in the face of Nolan's grief. She knew that he needed time to heal, but she also knew that he couldn't spend the rest of his life in his room. She tried to talk to him, to comfort him, but he refused to open up to her.

Days turned into weeks, and Alexa's concern for Nolan grew. She didn't know what else to do. She spent her days trying to take care