Chapter 433: Fogotten
William’s face turned a deep shade of red as he ended the call, frustration radiating off him.
"What happened, son?" his father asked with growing concern. All eyes were fixed on him, waiting.
William let out a sharp breath. "The Clayton’s Ancestral Mansion is on fire! That Tim... he’ll really go to any length. I won’t be surprised if he’s trying to fake his own death."
"But we’ve been discreet," Sanya said, confused. "We made sure he wouldn’t know we were onto him."
William ran a hand down his face, tense. "Damn. I have to go-"
Before he could push away from the table, Sanya grabbed his wrist firmly.
"Sit down and eat first," she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. "You already have men monitoring the situation. It’s not like you’ll run into the fire yourself to look for Tim. And look at you, you’re already losing weight!"
William gulped under her glare, caught off guard by her motherly scolding.
"Sanya’s right, son," his father added, nodding. "You’ve done your part. Let the team on the ground handle it. You need to take care of yourself, too."
Reluctantly, William sat back down, still tense but obedient. He took his utensils again and began eating, though his mind clearly wasn’t on the food.
As soon as the last bite was done, he excused himself and pulled out his phone, already dialing.