Isaac followed behind Maxwell as they entered his study.
It had one desk, filled with stacks of papers, surrounding a monitor, which was turned off.
A small chandelier hung from the ceiling, and beautiful golden curtains were covering the windows.
Isaac has rarely visited this room, and it isn't a wonder that his father likes to stay here.
It was comfy with a bookshelf with easily over a hundred books and an antique couch, which looked brand new.
A carpet on the floor was made of soft fur, which made Isaac's pain around his feet get lessened because he didn't have to stand on the hard floor anymore.
Maxwell stopped in front of a painting and looked at it with a soft look.
Isaac stopped next to him and also looked at the painting, 'Are they... My grandparents?' He thought to himself, but his answers got answered by Maxwell.
''Those are your grandparents, but they might look slightly different when you meet them.'' He said.
