Inside the mansion’s library, Ciel was with his father and brothers Carter and Clane. Clane was still in his suit, looking pissed, while Carter looked serious.
“Can someone explain what the hell happened at the airport?” His father’s voice was low but authoritative as he sat on his swivel chair, looking from one to the other.
“I’m out of this,” Clane said dryly. “Can I leave now? I have a lot to do at our hotel.” He emphasized “our,” implying the hotel was theirs but seemed to resent that he and Carter were the only ones working hard. They suddenly became selfish by not helping their eldest brother’s business.
“You may leave now, son,” his father muttered. Clane left without looking back.
“Carter…”
“Dad, I only helped Ciel. There’s probably nothing wrong with that.” His brother sounde
