As Mason''s mentor, Alexander couldn''t just sit by and watch his family fall apart.


    After a long pause, Damon finally said, "Alright. I''ll give you one more chance."


    When N came out of the shower, Alexander had already left.


    Hearing sounds from the kitchen, she walked over and found Damon cooking pasta. "Damon," she called softly.


    He turned to her with a small smile. "All done? Go sit down. The pasta will be ready soon."


    "Okay," she replied.


    Five minutester, Damon brought out a steaming te of pasta and ced it in front of her. "Eat up. Get some rest after this."


    The delicious aroma filled the air. N picked up her utensils and nced at Damon. "Aren''t you eating?"


    He shook his head. "I''m not hungry."


    "Alright," she answered.


    As she ate, she finally had the chance to ask about his conversation with Alexander.


    "He said he''d help us return home and make sure we''re never dragged into the Nixons'' business again," Damon said.


    N nodded. "Do you think he''s telling the truth?"


    "For now, it seems that way. But we''ll have to wait and see what he actually does," Damon replied.


    "Mm. We''ll deal with it when the timees," N said.


    Damon advised, "Don''t overthink it. Just get some rest tonight." "Okay," she murmured.


    ...


    Alexander went straight back to the Kinsey residence after leaving Damon''s vi. When his father, Warren Kinsey, saw him, his expression immediately darkened. "Didn''t I already tell you we''re done? What are you doing here?"


    Alexander sat down across from him and spoke calmly. "You''ve heard about Brian''s ident and Delia''s kidnapping, haven''t you?"


    Warren snorted. "And what does that have to do with you? You don''t care anyway."


    Alexander chuckled. "That''s true. But I could assist."


    Warren''s expression shifted. After a long pause, he scoffed. "What do you want?"


    He knew his son well.


    Alexander had been determined to leave the family, so there was no way he woulde back without a reason. He must have something nned.


    Alexander nodded. "I do have a condition. If Aunt Emerald agrees to let N return home and promises never to interfere in her life again, I''II* help her."


    As soon as he finished speaking, Warren snapped, "Impossible! She would never agree to that!"


    "You haven''t even asked her yet. How do you know?" Alexander countered.


    "She just wouldn''t! Give up on that idea," Warren said.


    Alexander stood up with a nod. "Alright, then. In that case, I won''t interfere anymore. Whether Aunt Emerald can keep control of the Nixons is up to her."


    With that, he turned to leave.


    Just as he reached the door,


    Warren''s furious voice echoed behind him. "Stop right there! Are you really going to abandon your


    aunt?


    Have you forgotten everything She''s done for you?"


    Alexander turned back to look at


    him. "She was good to me in the


    past, but I''ve done plenty for her over the ve I don''t owe her anything. If


    you still want to support her, that''s


    your choice."


    Warren''s face turned red with anger. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack?! Our family will be doomed if you don''t help her!"


    "It''s not like I care what happens to the Kinseys or the Nixons," Alexander remarked nonchntly.


    Warren fumed. "You ungrateful brat! How did I end up with a son like you?!"