" You're home late." Blake said as she saw that Logan walked into the mansion.
Logan glared at his mother as she started walking down the stairs. Dressed in her usual attire as she carried a black umbrella. She was looking at Logan's clothes, the same ones that he wore when he left. Yet it looked depraved and messed up as if he was tugging on it. She blinked before looking at Logan again.
Logan looked away from his mother before he walked past her. "That is none of your business." Blake shrugged her shoulders. She continued to walk down the stairs.
"Your father would like to see you later. He wants you to do something." Blake said to him.
Logan only scoffed at his mother's words. "Why can't Asher do it?"
Blake sighed. She looked at her older son with a blank expression. Her eyes showed no emotions. "It's something you have to do as heir of the household." Blake noticed the twisted expression on his face as she sighed. " Your father still hasn't given up on you."
