“Son? You're back already? How was work today?”
It was dinner time. There wasn't an ounce of strangeness that only the married couple occupied the lengthy dining table.
Roughly about three dozen individuals or so could eat a meal together but like always, Killian and his wife, Stephanie, were the sole ones there. Their children Francess and Francisco barely… Attended.
Their brown-haired daughter although occasionally ate with them was for the sake of her father and Francisco…
“Work was fine, Father. There's no need to talk to me; I'm passing by to get water from the kitchen.” The blond-haired handsome man smoothly uttered.
He did sound quite emotionless, but then again Killian was used to it, and Stephanie?
The aged woman whom Francisco bore a lot of physical resemblance with acte
