Chapter 88

"How are you, Rosey?"

As I entered the familiar corridors of our home, my father, Xavier, met me with a stern yet concerned gaze. His imposing figure, though intimidating, couldn't conceal the subtle worry etched on his face.

Without a word, I closed the distance and enveloped him in a tight hug, feeling his strong presence comforting me in ways words couldn't express.

"I'm fine, Dad," I murmured, even though my fatigue weighed heavily on me. The encounter with Khein had drained me, but I couldn't bring myself to disclose that to my father. "Just tired and in need of rest."

"Do not pressure yourself too much, sweetheart, hmm?"

I smiled at his thoughtfulness and couldn't help but to melt. His fatherly love never failed to catch my fragile and soft heart.

"Yes, dad," I answered sweetly.

He ruffled my hair.

Curious about my mother's whereabouts, I asked, "Where's Mom?"

His gesture directed me to the garden where I found her, tending to the vibrant blooms with her characteristic grace.