Arianna's POV

Ralph remained mute refusing to speak a single word to me.

He just sat there and allowed tears to keep streaming down his eyes without making a single wound.

“Talk to me, Ralph,” I pleaded.

I just couldn't cope with this amount of panic.

He had so much pain in his eyes, and I didn't want to make up thoughts in my head.

He finally looked at me, his eyes burning with so much grief.

“Father is dead!” He said.

It felt like his Bruce echoed in my ears, and couldn't ...