The news had reached Lord Blackwood, he was furious and immediately summoned Harold to see him.
When Harold got his message, he immediately got dressed and left for his father's place.
The sun had begun to set by the time Harold stepped into his father’s house. He walked straight into the grand study, the air inside was still and tense.
He stood before the large desk, with his gaze being fixed on the floor. For a moment, he felt like a boy who was ashamed and deeply aware that he had done something terribly wrong.
His chest was tight, and sweat clung to his palms.
Lord Blackwood, his father, sat behind the desk with a hard look in his eyes. The room smelled like old books and wood polish, and the silence felt heavy.
"Father" Harold said almost to himself.
“Sit,” Lord blackwood sai
