Chapter 11: His Disobedience
"Wait..." Barnabas stopped Leander. "You look pale... How is your wound healing?"
"Fine..." Leander shrugged, but he winced as he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder.
"That b8tch truly..." Barnabas fisted his hands.
It does not matter if she is alive or dead. It matters not why she did that either. She gave a devastating blow to the Kastello family. The heir’s pride and dignity have been cut off. It would be very hard to come on top of this.
And on top of it, it is unfortunate that Leander still thinks that his brother is just sick and will be fine. A war is about to start in the family. Judging by the plead of Viola, it already has. But Leander is unprepared. He doesn’t even believe that there will be war and he is already involved in it.
"Your brother is upstairs. Meet him before leaving," Peter said seeing Leander leaving in a hurry. "And talk some sense to your mother. She’s..."
Leander stopped and looked at his grandfather. He placed his phone inside his pocket and rubbed his hands with a forced smile. "Okay, grandpa," he nodded and walked to the door. He was feeling chilly.
Peter watched Leander walking in a hurry. It was as if he had to be elsewhere than in this house. He understood him. His mother made sure he feels this way.
"We are having a meeting with the Donatello family head about your marriage to their eldest daughter. So be present." Peter added.
Leander’s hand holding the knob of the door stopped. With his brows furrowed, he turned at his grandfather. He was not impressed.
"Their eldest daughter is still in high school! And what’s the hurry for my marriage? Evander is the eldest..."
His hands were clenched on the knob turning his palm red, but his voice was gentle, suppressing the confusion storming in his heart. He wanted to be respectful to his grandfather.