Ayan guided Adham to their father's room where he had been waiting for them. It was crystal clear what matter Ayan had to talk about in the late night, in the presence of the old man.
As they got inside, Adham's attention caught the anxious man in a chair, having a glass of wine in his hand.
"What do you want to talk about?" Adham asked as if he was in a hurry.
"Sit down. There's a lot we need to talk about. It will not be good, if you are standing." Ayan gestured to him to take a seat while he occupied another one.
Shazman glanced up to his two sons while consuming the wine. His eyes fixed on his dearest enemy a bit more seconds than the latter.
"Shoot!" Adham said.
He never attempted to hide his anger, frustration and disappointment in his sound. Thus the listeners got its ri
