He grabbed the glass of scotch on the rocks that his assistant gave him. He believed he had never needed it more than he needed it now. What started as a great day had suddenly turned sour.
He intended to get to the bottom of it once and for all. His son and Liam had a competitive feud when they were young. However, he wondered if that had continued until now.
"Your Majesty, we managed to locate your son. He will be here in a few minutes." His head of security walked toward him with the news.
His son, as usual, ran away after the medic had treated him. He did not have the chance to confront him about the commotion. One thing about his son, he never liked owing to his mistakes, always finding someone else to blame.
Sometimes, he could not help but wonder where he had gone wrong. Maybe it was his lack of time since being a King took up most of his time away from his family.
