That afternoon, Maxwell Kensington didn't return to Kelsie's.
His butler brought in the food he'd purchased moments earlier, informing Jett that his master had gone off to handle something important.
Serbian Howard sat silently in a corner of the room, saying nothing more after his earlier conversation with Jett.
Daniel sat across from him, his eyes pinned on Serbian for several minutes before finally turning to Jett.
"What do I tell the triplets when I pick them up from school in an hour?"
Jett paused.
That… he unfortunately didn't know.
It was his first time being a father, and everything was new to him, but he'd been perfect until now.
However, how could he tell them their mother had been shot and was now in a coma?
He couldn't even think of a way to sugarcoat his speech before delivering it.
Straightening up, he scratched his brow thoughtfully.
