Antonio sat calmly, enjoying his cigar while his grandson continued venting his emotions on the floor, screaming and cursing. He was used to seeing this.
Only, the one crying in front of him was Alexander, his grandson who was known to be reliable, strong, and heartless. And right now, that man looked so fragile.
Antonio had never seen him like this since Alexander was a child. It was quite a shock to him. All because of a bodyguard.
He saw Alexander begin to calm down, with only sobs remaining.
Alexander stood up unsteadily. Albert tried to help him, but he roughly pushed his hand away. His gaze was fixed on Antonio. It was deep and full of hatred.
He was so angry that his whole body was tense. He was even angrier because the culprit was his own grandfather.
He tried to calm himself down, his face hot from crying. His breathing was short and uncontrolled.
