Jason’s POV
From the entrance of the door till the entire drawing room, which was as huge as one house of an ordinary person, was a mess. We carefully stepped inside, making our way through the mess scattered on the floor, as it was impossible to find a place to put your feet.
The toys were scattered everywhere on the floor, including those tiny puzzle pieces and the building blocks which could hurt one’s feet if stepped on. The furniture was moved from its places, colors were spread everywhere — not just on the floor, but even the walls were not spared. Color splashes, handprints, and footprints were everywhere from floor to walls.
Everything inside the drawing room was broken — from the expensive wall paintings, the vases, and even that big-sized TV, which now hung tilted with the screen completely broken. The cushions were torn, the cotton and feathers everywhere, and covers thrown somewhere on the floor.
This was truly not our home, but seemed like poultry farm.
It was like a sudden earthquake had shaken it upside down, and if we were a few more hours late, this home would have been flat to meet the ground below.
Most shocking was, there was a baseball bat on the floor and a pitching machine with so many balls everywhere on the floor.
"They played baseball inside the drawing room?" Lucian concluded in surprise. "No wonder everything is broken."
Who plays baseball inside home? Only Rafe and destructive mind could do it.
Even our pets were in it. Fluffy was lazing on one side. He opened his eyes, looked at us, and then resumed sleeping as if our presence was nothing to him. His soft golden fur was no longer golden but marred with different colors, as if he had just played some color festival. We could feel his contribution in creating this mess.
Ham was out of his cage, munching on the scattered nuts, finding them among the mess around, leaving the crumbs on the floor. He looked utterly delighted as if not a mess but it was heaven for him.
Vixen’s place was well guarded by the chairs from the dining table arranged as a wall to protect her and her kitten. If not for her kittens, I am sure she would have been part of it as well.
"What is this?" Lucian asked as he went to the dining table.
On the dining table, there were empty packages of outside food ordered — pizza boxes, cold drinks, and all kinds of junk that they could get delivered.
"They didn’t even eat what I had cooked for them," I frowned as I followed Lucian. Before leaving, I had cooked lunch for them, but these two...
"They seem to have had a party here in our absence," Lucian said as we saw these two monsters ate without a care.
"Where is Raven? Where did that bat take my son?" Eira asked, worry etched on her face, looking around inside.
The entire home was deadly quiet as if no one lived here. After destroying the drawing room, what were they up to? Destroying the entire estate?
We walked further inside, still shocked at what they had turned this home into.



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