Tristan's POV
The atmosphere was heavy and suffocating, but I couldn't bring myself to focus on that. It wasn't necessary and the tension that has suddenly settled in between us wasn't on the list of things bothering me at the moment.
Fredrick was yet to reply to me, and while I was usually a patient person, his silence was beginning to irk me.
My jaw ticked as I stared at the elderly man in front of me. I didn't need to think too much to know that a series of things were going through his mind. He was In deep thought, whether to help me or not, and that was completely normal, but was he perhaps thinking of rejecting my offer?
No, I don't think so. He better not be thinking about it.
“Fredrick.” I let out after what seemed like forever. Just because he wasn't ready to speak didn'
