"The party hasn't started yet, and you are already drunk." He could hear his father's loud, enraged voice behind him as the older man entered the private study.
"Tristan, when are you going to become more responsible? When would you think about anything else other than yourself?" His father continued to ramble on, sounding upset.
He could already hear what was coming next.
Why can't you be just like your older brother?
Lucas was this.
Lucas was that.
When are you growing up?
He usually did not mind being compared to his brother or belittled. Likewise, he did not care if his brother was better than him in many ways.
He believed he was his person and had always liked it that way. He had accepted his role as the second son, the inadequate heir of the Preston family.
But he did not care.
