"Thanks, Aiden, for your help," Lucius said as he waited outside the mansion, his gaze fixed on the driveway where Aiden's car had just pulled in.
"Boss, I'm sorry," Aiden began, stepping out of the car. "I let Roderick get beaten up in the bar." He tilted his head toward the passenger seat, where Roderick sat slumped, his eyes closed.
Lucius glanced at his nephew and sighed. "It's alright. Thanks for bringing him home in one piece."
Moving to the passenger side, Lucius opened the door and gently nudged Roderick.
"Uncle, what are you doing?" Roderick mumbled groggily, his eyes fluttering open.
"Taking you inside," Lucius replied, slipping an arm under Roderick to help him out of the car.
Once inside the mansion, Lucius guided Roderick to his room. He helped his nephew collapse onto the bed.
