The traffic in the city mid-day was bad enough that the fifteen-minute drive quickly turned into a one-hour drive, in which Alfred never said a word, leaving Alexander alone to his thoughts.
This caused him to grow restless, and by the time they made it to the rich part of town, Alex was already making up the worst scenarios in his mind.
Scenarios like having to fight Richard, and being forever banned from speaking to Violette. Or Violette being forbidden from playing New Eden.
As they pulled up into the long driveway to the small, rustic mansion, Alexander's nervousness peaked, and Alfred finally opened his mouth to speak.
"Calm down, boy. Mr. Bellemare isn't in any foul mood, and he is sober. Although he is angry at you for putting his precious daughter in danger, we also dug around and found out what happened. He also knows you were the one to pull her out of the water. That offsets his resentment, if only slightly."
