Hand in hand, Xavier and Callia strolled further down the shaded path of the backyard.

The O’Connors’ residence was not quite Wildridge Manor, but the scale of the place was massive.

It was quiet in the backyard with tree-lined paths, a little bridge over trickling water, and a winding pathway. It was pure bliss just to take a stroll in the area while catching the breeze.

Austin had two sons, and the younger was twelve, so the manor was quiet.

At times, the leaves rustled against the blow