Alive...

Looking to my right, my eyes found a middle aged man in a polo shirt at the opposite side of the store. As soon as my gaze met his, he looked away. Stuffing his inked hands in his pockets, he glanced around the shimmering shop filled with gold and diamond jewelries.

My frown deepened.

"It's Her Highness, Mrs. De Sylvano."

Ron's words caught my attention back.

"Diana? What does she want now?"

His lips pursed. "She is not well for some days. Her doctor confirmed her deteriorating health. She has been trying to reach out to boss, but as you can expect, boss blocked her out in every way possible. So she called me."

Diana was ill? She was more than fine last week.

"What did she say?" I asked, feeling the stare again. But I ignored it.

"She wants to see boss. She is…desperate. She wants me to tell him to take it as her last wish if he wants, but she wants to meet him."

I bit my lip.

Even though I had no desire to meet her again, her words…they raised an unwanted sympathy in my chest.