Joshua POV
After Bethany told me my son was at the mansion’s pool, I walked over, leaving her behind.
Mark was swimming calmly, but when I approached and he noticed me, he turned his back, feigning disinterest. He was already a young adult at 21, but he always acted like a ten-year-old boy mad at his father.
“The afternoon’s really nice for a swim,” I said as I approached, hands in my pants pockets.
“What are you doing here?” he asked bluntly, showing how much he disliked my presence.
“Your mother called me here,” I replied, and he sighed audibly, keeping his lower body in the clear pool water.
“What a bummer. She must want more money. What a drag,” he said, his discontent obvious.
“You know I don’t mind giving her money, and neither do you.”
“Enough!” he interrupted, acting immatu
