Alexander's face remained dark throughout his drive. Instead of heading straight to his penthouse, he drove to their ancestral mansion in the capital city to check on his father.
Ben had called earlier to inform him that his father was already back home and resting. Upon arrival, Alexander went straight to the bar and poured himself a drink. Closing his eyes, he tried to push away the scene that kept replaying in his mind—Rain and Clifford together.
"What is wrong with me?!" he cursed under his breath. It was unlike him to overreact like this, but the idea of Clifford being near Rain bothered him more than he wanted to admit.
"Hmm, how about a drink, buddy?"
Ben's voice interrupted his thoughts. Ben poured himself a glass of the whiskey Alexander had opened.
"How's Dad?" Alexander asked, taking a sip.
