Ian:
Once we entered the mansion, we saw all the preparations. They must have done everything in the last few hours after we informed them. I gave Haiden a dry look as he stood there, staring at everything. I felt his pain.
His energy had shifted into something heavy, likely because all these preparations and all the power Patrick held were supposed to belong to Haiden.
"Come on, have a seat," Patrick continued, pointing toward the living room.
They had decorated it with unnecessary things. All the flashy decorations were too much. I preferred a minimal setting, something darker, but this man clearly had no understanding of that. Some might call it aesthetic, but to me, it looked pathetic.
I sat on a separate sofa, spreading my arms with my elbows resting on the armrests. One leg crossed over the other as I shook it, forming a visible gap between my thighs and knee. One finger rested on my temple while the other sat under my chin as I observed everything.
