Landon Brooke lowered his gaze and looked for a while, and eventually still picked it up, not avoiding it, and opened it directly.
Maxime Williams, on the other hand, excused himself, rising to pour two glasses of water and bringing them over.
The letter was a very thin one and light as well.
Landon's expression remained unchanged, indifferently opening the envelope...
He wasn't terribly interested in this so-called communication and information from his father. As long as it didn't touch on his interests, he could even ignore the existence of this father—
Just like the attitude they had towards him as their son.
Some familial ties, after all, are not impossible to sever. Once indifference becomes habit, emotion fades, much like a fortress in the desert which, no matter how prosperous it once was, will inevitably be reduced to ruins under the relentless wearing of wind and sand, eventually disappearing without a trace in the boundless desert.
