Tumultuous waves of fury rose within Adam's heart.
When he witnessed dust and chunks of stone falling from the ceiling, he couldn't help but gnash his teeth in rage.
The underground laboratory was supposed to be the safest place in the entire manor. Yet, the walls and ceilings were already crumbling down.
If that was the case, then how was the rest of the manor above ground faring?
Not good.
Not good at all.
This manor, this estate, was more than just stone, marble, and timber. It was his sanctuary, his first true home, built and shaped to his very liking.
He had poured his heart and soul into it, cherished every hall and corner.
Although he did not spend as much time in this manor as he would have liked to, he still loved this place very much. He knew how much trouble and effort Rowan had to go to for weeks—months even—to have this place built from scratch.
And now… it was being torn apart before his very eyes.
