It didn't sit well with Logan that of late their mother disrespected their father's memory by parading in town with young boys fit to be her youngest sons, now it appeared as though she was hell bent on tarnishing his image completely.
'Why the fuck does she open her mouth when all she says is trash.' He thought as veins pulsed around his neck, he was visibly angry but tried to remained composed.
The younger male Robinson smiled unnaturally and assured his sister that their mother was just ranting and taking gibberish as usual.
"Refrain from giving her your attention it's what she craves for the most right now, mother is angry because the only person she wants on that throne is her adorable son and things are going awry." Logan kept his narrow lidded eyes keenly on her, he didn't want her to pursue the matter any further for the fear that his grandmother's health could deteriorate if she had such rumors and also for other reasons best known to him.
