Emerson mansion
Felix was having his morning tea when his eyes caught the sight of Vincent entering the house. His brows creased when he observed his disheveled appearance.
Vincent had just returned from the club. Last night, after finishing work, he went straight to the club to meet his friend. He had been having a tough day yesterday and wanted to ease up.
Spending some time with his friends Vincent didn't realize when he ended up getting drunk and passed out on the couch. If not for his assistant who called to inform him about the meeting, he would have been still sleeping there.
Walking through the hallway, Vincent was heading to his room upstairs when a stern voice called him.
"Vincent"
Stopping his steps Vincent closed his eyes and cursed mentally. He was so drained out that he forgot to notice anyone's presence before entering the house, especially his grandfather who would always have his morning tea sitting leisurely in the vast living hall while reading the newspaper.
