Canna decided to inform his father on what had happened in the company the next day after work. Besides, it's still his company, so he needs to be updated on whatever happens. By the time he arrived at his father’s house, the sky had already begun to darken. The guards recognized him immediately and opened the gates without question.
Frank was in the sitting room when Canna walked in, with his glasses low on his nose, and a book resting on his lap. He looked up and frowned slightly.
Frank said. “You didn’t call before coming.”
Canna did not sit. “We need to talk.”
Frank closed the book slowly and set it aside. He studied his son’s face, the tightness around his jaw, and the stillness that always meant something serious.
“What happened?,” Frank asked.
Canna took a breath. “Jeffery cr
