"Irina, come on, they hate me. Can't you feel that?" Darryl said while wiping his mother's hands with a wet towel. Irina pouted her lips and sat on the couch inside the room.
"They're just envious, cousin," Irina said. Darryl was the son of Damon and Vera. His parents were considered a power couple back then—an heir to Blackwaters and the second daughter of Clementine, a perfect combination. But cracks formed in their relationship when Damon died and Vera went to slumber, leaving Darryl in the hands of his paternal grandfather.
"Let them be. I just want to spend time alone with my mother," Darryl said.
"But it seemed that it wasn't the case, cousin. Grandmother's calling for you," Irina said. Darryl heaved a sigh and put the wet towel down.
"Okay, let's go visit her," Darryl said. He
