Loris entered Michael's room. His brother was seen sitting and looking at some of the food sent by some of the guests who had visited him.
"Loris, Sonia sent me an apple pie. It tastes really good. Do you want some?" Michael asked enthusiastically.
Loris shook his head. Michael didn't mention Clarissa at all. He knew that Michael was very fond of Clarissa.
"Dr. Arnold said you can go home in a week. In the meantime, you will stay at Father's house until you can walk," Loris said.
"Fine," Michael replied. "As long as mother stays at Father's, too."
"Mother lives at Lord McLaren's, Michael. You know she would never want to be under the same roof as Father."
Michael didn't answer. He certainly didn't want to talk about Lord McLaren's house.
Lord McLaren's place. Michael didn't want to
