CHAPTER 188

ZYLIAH'S POV

We tried to make ourselves presentable. I used my hand to comb through my hair.

My lower lip was swollen, and there was obviously nothing I could do to hide it.

"Ready to go meet the kids and tell them the good news?" He held out a hand.

I had on a puzzled smile, taking the hand. "What good news?"

"We're going back home, of course," he uttered it like it was some kind of important information I was missing.

"What'll happen to this house? I just bought it." I ...