Tricia's POV

"Morgan..." I called trembling.

His cold stare turned normal to me and I took in a deep breath. I may want Alex to pay for what he has done but I won't want him to die.

Morgan had a murder aura, but his calm face now makes me love him more.

"Please, Tricia, can I know what Alex loves?" he said.

"I do not know what he loves now, but before our parents' death, he loved wild painting," I said and continued. "Eating candy and drinking butter melon."

He stared at me as I ...