[3rd Person's POV]
It was a place that his father and his mother had built for them. It was the place where he was raised. It was a place that they had spent a lot of time in and that he had many memories of. A melancholic smile appeared on Thorne's lips. Too bad that his mother didn't live long and died due to ovarian cancer. But also, he was thankful that his mother can rest peacefully.
As Thorne stood in front of the big oak wood of the front door, he heard giggles and laughter coming from inside the mansion. He smiled upon hearing that it was his son's voice. Randorne has been living with his grandfather for more than a month now.
Thorne sighed inwardly and pushed the door open. He saw maids cleaning the living room. They greeted Thoren as he entered. The billionaire only responds
