Chapter 52
He wondered what her reaction would be if she knew what her eldest son was up to at this very moment. What would she say if she knew that, as Patrick lay between life and death, undergoing a life threatening operation to remove a blood clot the size of a golf ball in his brain, his favorite son was somewhere out there having sex with man half his age?
With blue hair and tattoos, no more, no less.
The thought of it quieted Rye’s anger.
Liam was in deep shit. Finally, maybe his mother would direct some of her attention to Liam’s shortcomings for once, instead of focusing on every single thing Rye had ever done wrong in his life. Maybe he could finally get some approval from her.
“And your brother didn’t tell you where he was going? Didn’t mention it at all?” Ingrid’s gray eyes were peering at him from over her glasses.