THIRD PERSON’S POV
“What do you know about my father’s death? I feel like you know something but you’re just choosing not to tell me.” Nathan had been pacing the room for hours, his mind unable to wrap itself around the idea that he knew nothing about what Alastair had been talking about nonstop.
“Of course I know something!” Alastair hissed at him as her eyes darted towards Hunt who was now mumbling to himself on the corner of the room. “I’m not as dumb as you look.”
“Is this why you were so immersed in finding that Margaret? Because you wanted something else apart from just helping me out? Alastair, what do you know about what happened to him?”
“I know nothing about your dear old dad. But of course I needed something else. Not everything revolves around you, Nathan. I have my reason
