Chapter 2 - 1.2 : A House Without Hugs
The car slowed down as they entered the private estate of the Virellano family. Beyond the ornate black-and-gold iron gates stood a grand house built on vast land. Tall pillars supported the front terrace, manicured gardens surrounded the main building, and large glass windows reflected the gloomy afternoon sky. Everything looked luxurious—and cold.
Al looked around, visibly impressed by the architecture and the layout of the estate. It wasn’t just the main house—there were several auxiliary buildings and facilities scattered throughout. One smaller building across the wide garden especially caught his attention.
Edward glanced at Al with a sharp look—like someone watching a country boy seeing a mansion for the first time. But he didn’t say a word. He simply turned away and checked his watch.
Moments later, the car came to a smooth stop in front of the main building’s grand entrance.
Without waiting, his father stepped out of the car. He stood tall, greeted by a butler who bowed deeply. Edward then looked briefly at Al, who was just stepping out.
"Go inside with Harun. Your mother is waiting," his father said curtly. "I have to head straight to the office."
He got back into the car and drove off—no hug, no smile, not even a word hinting that he looked forward to seeing his son again.
A well-dressed middle-aged man stood beside Al. He was the same man who had greeted Edward moments ago. The man gave Al a polite nod.
"Welcome to the Virellano residence, Young Master Al. My name is Harun," he said respectfully.
This was Harun, the family’s head butler. His voice was warm, yet laced with the caution of someone who had lived his life within strict boundaries and protocol.
Al nodded faintly. His eyes followed the car that carried his father away, watching until the sound of the engine faded in the distance.
He turned toward the grand entrance, following Harun. His footsteps echoed softly through the front hall of the massive house. Gleaming white marble floors reflected the warm light from a giant crystal chandelier overhead. Tall walls adorned with golden carvings towered above him, and the soft scent of fresh flowers lingered in the air, coming from porcelain vases arranged with perfect symmetry.