Alesio Xander sat in his office chair with a tense expression. His hands tightly gripped several sheets of paper printed from the printer beside his desk. His eyes scanned each sentence, his chest aching.
He had no idea that his grandfather, Nikson Xander, would hide such a profound secret so thoroughly. Even after the deaths of his parents and his older brother, the old man remained silent, as if their loss meant nothing.
His heart tightened. If Nikson had been honest sooner, perhaps things wouldn't have ended like this. They might have found a way out before this tragedy claimed the lives of their loved ones.
Alesio clenched his fists.
"Why, Grandpa... why did you have to hide it? Why didn't you ever tell us from the start? Maybe we could have done something to prevent all this!" he muttered softly, but his disappointment was clear.
Bang!
Nikson's door swung open. Alesio entered without warning and threw the papers in his hands to the floor.
