Later, Roxanne was sitting on the plush sofa in the living room.

Her thoughts were centred on everything that had happened.

The hum of the city outside their mansion felt distant compared to the whirlwind of thoughts in her mind.

Her father was now behind bars.

Her husband had made it possible.

But she could not really rejoice over that fact because, no matter what, the man birthed her.

Even if he doesn't deserve that title.

She thought of her brother.

He was pale and fragile on ...