A Tale Shrouded in Mystery and Power

Lachlan Blaize's face contorted into a frown as he confronted his father, seeking answers to the decisions that had transpired. "So, you agreed to her proposition?" he questioned.

His father, the patriarch, retorted with a gruff tone, his words dripping with sarcasm. "Did you expect me to refuse?" he scoffed, his gaze piercing through Lachlan. "Were you under the impression that I would chase her away? Have I truly raised such a dim-witted son?"

Lachlan's patience waned, his frustration bubbling to the surface. "Stop calling me stupid!" he snapped.

The patriarch seized the opportunity to delve deeper into the turmoil, his accusatory tone resurfacing. "Ah, there you are! I knew you were involved! Is this all because of the woman you brought home?" he bellowed, his eyes ablaze with anger.

"Father, this has nothing to do with Josephine!" Lachlan reasoned, desperately trying to defuse the mounting tension.