Silas maneuvered his car through the winding roads leading to the Sullivan estate, situated a distance away from the bustling city. The estate exuded grandeur, the mansion standing tall and proud against the backdrop of a distant mountain. Meticulously lined pine trees marked the boundaries, their lush greenery providing a natural border.
The driveway, flanked by trimmed grass and carefully pruned ornamental plants, presented a picturesque sight. Silas followed the path, his sports car gliding smoothly as he made his way around the five-layered white marble fountain adorning the entrance.
Parking his car strategically in front of the colossal building, Silas took a moment to compose himself. He knew an argument was waiting for him inside. He took a deep breath, ready to face his mother.
A guard hurried over, swiftly opening the door for him and offering a polite greeting.
