"Where is that incompetent son of yours, Elaine?" Duke Richard coldly threw a question at Lady Elaine once they were alone in her adorned spacious room.
Since his arrival this morning, he hasn't laid eyes on that unprincipled, contemptible son of hers. He knew just like everyone else why today's meeting was crucial, and something told him that the ignorant rascal had missed it willingly to spite him.
Who knows what sort of mischief he's gone out to display again. Like that wasn't enough trouble, rumors of his son paying constant visits to the upper west quarters were starting to reach his ears, and it aggravated him.
Socializing with those of the lower standards brings ruin to his name, and if he keeps up visiting such damned places, he'll have to take the situation into his own hands.
However, Lady Elaine wasn't bothered about what her son was up to, she always hated the way her husband referred to Cassian as 'her son', like he never had a hand in bringing him to this world.
