CHAPTER 119

~NARRATOR'S POV~

The sun was setting, painting the road with a warm glow. Jaxon walked cautiously, glancing side to side as if now, his own people were a threat to him. He couldn't still come to terms with what had happened. His own father of his own blood and bones had attacked him and wanted to kill him - because he refused an order. He couldn't even believe it happened.

Lily had then found him, saved him, healed him and brought him back to the same place he was running away from. His family, his home.

Jaxon felt so pitiful towards his own life. He was beyond redemption but Lily and everyone else offered it to him. Why?

The last person he wanted to see was Don. He just wanted to get what his mother asked him to get and return to his abode to peacefully heal from all the psychological and physical injuries he'd retained. Don also looked like that day was the first in weeks since he stepped out of his room. He held a staff to support his walking because he looked like he had a limp in