Beta Brent's POV
Early the following morning, I was set on my way to Alpha Devon's castle. I got into my car and just as I started the engine, my wife hurried out with a package in her hands.
"What's that?" I asked. "I told you that I don't want to eat now."
"It's not for you, silly! It's for Olivia. Tell her that I prepared her favourite meal. Tell her we all want her back."
I was surprised that my wife even knew what Olivia's favourite meal is. This came as a huge shock because I could count the number of times I saw Olivia eat at home, and it was less than ten times. Maybe because I was always busy and not usually around. Most times when I returned, she would be in her room, crying or sulking. After a while, she happened to just get used to everything and rather stayed silent.