The next day was Christmas Eve. They would need to prepare.
After a good night's sleep, Michael felt better but he stayed in bed, his eyes on the ceiling and his arm resting on his head.
The information he had discovered the previous night was bothering him. Because of it, he didn't know if he would be able to look at Noah and smile the way he used to, knowing he was hiding him from his great legacy.
He was a young master of the country's most influential family.
'Ah, I think I need a drink.' Michael thought and then shut his eyes. He was feeling depressed.
Was it that mood swing affecting him?
"Michael," he heard Noah's voice and he rolled his eyes to the door. "Are you feeling better?"
Michael rolled his eyes away from him, closed them, and then sighed. He sat up and finally faced Noah.
"Yeah," he smiled. "But I thought I'd stay in bed for a while. I feel a bit... Heavy."
