Alexander suddenly opened his eyes, his tone cold and hard: "No need! Isabella is irreplaceable, I don't need a substitute! She is the only one!"
"Okay, okay, fine, if you don't want it, I won't force you."
Ryan quickly calmed his son down when he saw he was about to lose his temper: "Matters of the heart are up to you, I was just making a suggestion."
He stood up, ready to return to his room to rest: "Go to bed early, don't stress too much, things at home will get better."
Alexander ignored him, still annoyed about the earlier attempt to find a substitute for Isabella.
He sat in the living room for a long time before going back to the bedroom to sleep.
The side effects of the medicine he took before bed began to emerge, causing his dreams to be fragmented, numerous and chaotic.
