Damain stepped into the house only to find Racheal, Ruby, and Hazel standing by the door, their heads lowered, their expressions weighed down with quiet remorse.
He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came. In the end, all that escaped him was a long, defeated sigh.
What exactly was he supposed to do?
Scold them for spending money that was theirs?
There was too much on his plate. Too many moving pieces. Their antics felt trivial in comparison.
Without saying a word, Damian walked past them and headed straight for his room.
He had worked through the day and into the night without rest, and there was still more waiting for him. Ethan would not deal with himself.
Once inside, he moved without hesitation. He went straight to the bathroom, had a quick shower and then the bed.
The moment his body settled, his world dissolved into darkness.
