The universe does have a cruel way of playing tricks on people. Branson and Wilson had no idea that more than their crisis for each other's love, more was an uprising from different angles.
“What is this rubbish I am hearing about my own son?” Edward Snr roared into the intercom that had been connected to Wilson.
“You always listen to gossip more than the truth from the right source. Would it have killed you to start this conversation as a normal father?”
“Don't push me, child. You might think that somehow you've earned freedom. But, freedom is the last thing you can have until I am dead. You are true blood of the Edward lineage”
“Spear me the lecture about a family you care less about. What is this phone call for? And, what gossip did you hear this time around?”
“That you have a thin
