Third person's POV
Meanwhile, over in the Hayes mansion, a storm was brewing. Kade slept late, sprawled across silk sheets that did little to soothe the weight pressing behind his eyes. The faint echo of last night’s bass still pulsed in his skull—a reminder of the club lights, the laughter, the hollow faces, and the numb distraction he’d drowned himself in. He should have felt better but he didn’t. When the door opened, his father’s voice cut through the haze like a blade.
“Still in bed at this hour?” Huimin’s tone was sharp enough to slice through stone. “You live under my roof and you think you can wake up past ten like some jobless stray?”
Kade groaned, sitting up, his hair mussed and eyes heavy. “Good morning to you too,” he muttered, swinging his legs off the bed.
Huimi
