After sealing a deal with August, he left that reporter. He drove madly on the road without much thought. His head was empty, and he couldn't think. He pulled his tie and loosened it harshly to make his breathing pathway easier.
He was messed up. The tragedy that fell upon Kathrina was too much. He couldn't fathom how she dealt with all the torture for a month. As a grown adult, thinking about such a thing made him shiver, but she had to face it when she was barely legal.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck." He cursed and slammed the steering wheel with all his power.
His clouded mind brought him to his family villa. A place he used to identify as a heaven on earth. No. It wasn't because of the luxury building; it was solely because of the warmth and memories it came with.