A tense silence hung heavy like a shroud between father and son in the brightly lit living room of the imposing Hendrick Mansion. George's eyes blazed with a wild intensity as they locked onto Leonard's, who appeared unruffled by the simmering emotions.
"Take a seat, son," Leonard said, his voice calm but commanding, gesturing to a chair behind a large, ornate table. Leonard settled into another chair, his demeanor exuding confidence. A glint of determination danced in his eyes as he reached for a teapot and two glasses from a nearby cupboard, pouring steaming tea into them.
George stood still, his emotions swirling in a tempest of anger and frustration. The urge to confront his father was too strong to resist, and he finally spoke, his voice filled with contempt for the person in front of him, "You're pathetic, you know that?."
