The living room was dimly lit, Desmond relaxed on one of the couch with a glass of whiskey in his hand. His phone placed on the side table. He glanced at the duo, he sighed briefly. Davis sat on his wheelchair expressionless, his finger tapping lightly on his lap.
The report he had been receiving isn't what he is observing. But, it didn't matter as long as he remained crippled there is no cause for alarm. With a practiced smile playing on his lips he gazed at Davis "Dear nephew, how did you see your new bride? Are you comfortable ...with our ....present? His gaze flicked to Jessica who stood behind Davis her hands on the wheelchair "Though, I can see she has already adjusted into her role perfectly." He sneered.
