TRISTAN'S POV
I had retired to my study room without anyone but Laureen after making sure my dad was relaxed and comfortable.
My study room was my solace from the issues of life. It was soundproof, so whatever was happening outside of it was none of my business. All I could hear from my study room was the sound of my AC doing its cooling job.
I never allowed anyone inside that room because it would feel like a human paving his or her way into my vulnerable side. All the workers and servants rang a doorbell when they needed my attention or called my study telephone. And it was only on important matters that I could be disturbed, as entering my study room meant serious business and that in its entirety was very rare…
Hours later, the telephone rang, and I picked it up on the second ring
