Liam arrived at the Lawson family villa. The smell of tobacco filled his senses the moment he stepped in. His sharp gaze swept across the room until it landed on his father, Rowan, sitting by the bar in the corner of the hall with a glass of wine in hand.
"You are finally here," Rowan said in his deep, composed voice, taking a sip. He gestured to the seat next to him. "Come, sit."
Liam walked up to him. "Dad, I've something to tell you," he said urgently.
"Sit first," Rowan replied calmly, pouring another glass and sliding it across the counter to him. His eyes studied his son with quiet curiosity. "What's got you so worked up?"
Liam took the glass but didn't take a sip. He put it aside, his impatience evident. "You won't believe what I saw tonight," he blurted. "Let me show you."
