Chapter 24 - 24

Dante's POV:

"Is everything okay, Mr Fontaine?" Mrs Leon asked as she extended a link handkerchief to me. She gestured to my brow.

"Thank you," I took the handkerchief from her and dabbed my brow. It came off dotted with blood. "I'm fine, everything is fine. And you don't have to call me Mr Fontaine."

"You're smiling." Mrs Leon clicked her tongue.

I couldn't help but laugh. "Something most wonderful happened today. I just can't help it."

Oh yes, how do I begin to tell her? All I wanted, was to comfort Morgan. She was in pain, she was crying. Even though she tried to hide it from me, I saw the tear marks on her cheeks. I saw her red eyes.

All I wanted to do, was hug her. An innocent hug.

But no. Wrong move.

"Does that explain why you're smiling like a fool in my office? Where is your partner? Didn't you both have a meeting with me today?"

"Come on auntie, don't be so mean to your favorite nephew."

She rolled her eyes. "May heavens save me from you!"

I smiled. "Don't worry, my partner wasn't feeling too well today. A bit of an emergency. Unfortunately, I'd have to plead your forgiveness."

"Again." She spat.

"Again."

My mind drifted back to Morgan and a smile lit on my face. She hasn't changed, still with her tough girl act even though she was falling apart. Her punching me in the face was nothing, if anything I expected her to do far worse damage.

But still....I thought about the encounter she had with Sabrina that made her so sad she had to break down in tears.

What did that wench say to her?

"Dante!" Mrs Leon snapped, pulling my attention to her. I snapped our of my dark thoughts and looked at her. "Goodness! Did she hit you so hard your brain rattled?!"

"Maybe."

"The trip has already been planned. And if you know what's best for you, miss this one too."

I got to my feet. "I can't miss this one, what will my partner think of me?"

She rolled her eyes. "You never take anything seriously."

"That's because I'm with you, my darling auntie."

Her face softened for a moment, the fine lines relaxed. Then she put on her mask and shooed me away.

Mrs Leon Kingsheart. A distant relative of my father. She wasn't actually my aunt, I just grew to call her that. She singlehandedly built an empire that traded diamonds from the ground up . Her name was unique to, Leon. From the stories my father told, her father had been expecting a boy. Surprised, they had a girl. The old man was adamant about the name he had chosen — Leon. And so it stuck.

She's the one person that knows me, even more than my own mother. But sometimes that didn't mean much to her. I still had to book appointments and stick to time if I wanted to see her.

"Dante," Mrs Leon called as I turned to the door.

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