The female voice jarred him from his thoughts. “I don't think it's a good idea to let her see the body."
Sarkon nodded grimly. “I'll take care of it. My secretary will contact you." He stepped aside to reveal his henchmen standing nearby.
The nurse blinked in disbelief at another seventeen-year-old boy with specs bowing at her.
Sarkon turned back to Maria and knelt before her, leveling his gaze with hers.
“Maria. I'm your father's friend. We've never met, but I've seen you in your father's photo."
Those two green eyes bore into his eyes. Then, tears started forming.
Swallowing the lump in his throat, he continued in a hoarse voice, the image of Alfred smiling at him in his mind.
“You're coming with me. I'm your guardian now. My name is Sarkon Ritchie."
Following what he had
