Vincent’s pov
I arrived home late that evening, the tires of my sports car crunching quietly against the gravel driveway but I felt incredibly off.
When I walked forward toward the central foyer, my heart stopped completely. I saw my mother lying motionless on the polished marble floor, and a dark pool of blood was rushing out from her head.
I stood completely shocked, my mind turning blank for a second. "Mom?" I cried out, my voice echoing off the high ceilings.
She did not answer. I dropped my briefcase, ran to her side, and checked for a pulse. Her breathing was shallow, and her skin felt terribly cold. I pulled out my phone with shaking fingers and called the ambulance immediately, shouting my address to the emergency operator. Within ten minutes, the paramedics arrived and loade
