Larry's POV
"No one is dying" I muttered with a tired sigh as I felt like dropping dead.
If this is how father intends to punish me, then he really got me.
Here I was in the study room, piling up files like a clerk, scanning through books of old and setting straight his library.
He hates me.
What do we have maids and servants for? Uncle Mac was in the study room too, avoiding my gaze while I glared at my father, who seemed busy scanning through documents.
"Last week, the zaphrim pack really commended Larry," Uncle Mac began, and a sense of pride flushed through me as I raised my shoulders high and placed a grin at him.
My father took a glimpse at me, his cold expression didn't change. Uncle Mac made that statement because he thought father would ease the burden on me.
"That's becau
