Chapter 46
At that moment, Oliver stood still by the entrance, one brow slightly raised, as his eyes moved between the two men seated before him. The air in the room felt heavier than usual, as if something had been simmering for a while and was now on the verge of boiling over. He tilted his head slightly, confusion laced in his tone.
"Okay... this is unexpected. Why are you both sitting here like this? Did something happen? Or are we suddenly pretending I care about boardroom politics now?"
He let out a half-hearted chuckle, trying to lighten the tension, but no one laughed.
Williams glanced at him with a smirk and leaned back comfortably, arms folded over his chest. "You always think everything revolves around business, don’t you? What’s wrong with a father and son waiting for their youngest to come home for once, hmm? We just want to talk. As a family. You act like that’s illegal."
Oliver narrowed his eyes. "You two? Wanting to talk as a family?" He gave a dry laugh. "That sounds more suspicious than comforting."
Sir Victor, who had been quiet until now, suddenly slammed his palm against the armrest of his seat. The sharp sound echoed through the living room, forcing Oliver’s gaze to snap in his direction.
"And that right there is why I’m always so disappointed in you," the old man said with grit in his voice. "You treat this family like it’s some unwanted obligation. All you ever think about is what makes you comfortable. Your peace, your time, your little distractions! Never what the family name carries, or the weight of responsibility we all bear!"
Oliver didn’t respond. He just stood there, unmoved, his jaw clenched slightly.
Victor sighed and leaned forward, rubbing his forehead like someone battling an oncoming headache. "But I didn’t call you here to argue. Not this time."