Ashlyn's POV
The car halted in the driveway, and my gaze swept over the familiar compound of Xavier’s home. Despite its comforting familiarity, it felt as if the place was still not ready to welcome me back.
Xavier stepped out first, walking around to open the door for me. Extending his hand, he waited patiently. Hesitant but grateful, I took it, letting him help me out of the car.
His arm wrapped protectively around my shoulder as he guided me toward his place.
“I’ve collected all the valuables from your house,” he said, his voice steady and reassuring. “Don’t worry. The house will be rebuilt.”
“What happened to my father?” I asked softly, my voice wavering.
“He’s facing allegations,” Xavier replied with a firm edge. “I’ll make sure he gets the punishment he deserves.”
“No,”
