Chapter 17: Skeletons in the closet
"Old man," he said flatly, "the air's bad here. Go home."
While there was no enmity between them he didn't have any intimate familial bond with his father.
Father Keir, unfazed, crossed his arms. "Dont be rude. I just want to meet the girl. Hong says she's nice."
This son finally graduated from celibacy. Of course, he have to support him.
Butler Hong sensed danger and discreetly shuffled toward the back garden. Every man for himself.
"Son," Father Keir continued, unfazed, "if you like her, I'll support you. If you love her, I'll double it. Just don't scare her off with that mouth of yours."
Shin ignored him and stalked toward his study.
"Stubborn brat, I'm staying here for a while." muttered Father Keir, stomping his foot like a disgruntled landlord.
It was then he spotted Tristan about to slip away.
"Kiddo!" he called out. "Let's have tea and catch up. Talk about that girl!"
Tristan froze. Tea. At night. Great.