DARREN’s P.O.V.
After I finished eating, I took my plate downstairs and drink a glass of cold water. I didn’t call Dad for I know that he’s surely busy right now. Besides, I can take care of myself.
I can still remember his wide smile when I thanked him earlier. He looked amused, and seeing him happy for the very first time, my heart melted. Maybe I’ve been too stubborn to him lately. I should have considered his feelings when Mom died.
“Sir Darren, someone wants to talk to you on the telephone,” one of our maids informed me.
“Okay, thanks.”
I walked towards the nearest telephone inside of our mansion. I answered it with my voice full of curiosity.
“Hello? Who’s this?”
“Darren.” I felt shivers run down to my spine when I heard my best friend’s cold voice.
“Elij...”
“Let’s meet up, Darren.”
“Where?”
“I’ll send you the address.”
“What is it about?” I curiously asked.