The dining room of the Grayson Estate was a hollow expanse of marble and cold light. Dinner was served, and Vince led Liam Jr. to the washbasin before the father and son took their places opposite each other.
The atmosphere was stifling. Both the man and the boy wore expressions that could sour milk. Xavier Grayson looked at his son, his brow furrowing with displeasure. "Why haven't you started? I told you not to wait for me."
Liam Jr. puffed out his cheeks, his small face a mask of stubborn defiance as he glared at his father.
"Don't stare at me like that," Xavier countered, his voice like grinding stones. "If you have something to say, use your words."
Liam Jr. couldn't speak, but his hands moved with frantic energy as he snatched up his writing tablet. He scribbled a single, jagged
