Fury! The extent unknown or perhaps it stretched to the entire Vienna, to the heights of Burj Khalifa or Eiffel tower, Ashton didn’t know. All he knew was that he would kill someone if he didn't already smash something.
Eyes as red as blood; steps as dangerous as a wounded tiger, he dashed towards his room, to only stop dead in his tracks once he caught the glimpse of his daughter who laid on his bed with a bandaged foot.
Her face paler than usual while a frown etched on her forehead conveyed her pain silently to him.
His anger on the previous hour’s incident vanished in thin air as once again the lonely father in him took the charge.
His eyes reflected that anguish which he never showed to anyone till date; not even to his daughter who was the closest to him after his wife. But to
