CHAPTER 75

　　The morning sun was warm, especially as it beamed through the breakfast room through the slightly opened windows overlooking the park. At the table, only Styx sat there with a magazine in hand, focused on what was written in it. The rest of the family had started moving to the table, each of them mumbling a 'good morning, Dad'. George and Georgina sat side by side as usual, while Olivia was led by Reb to the other side of the table. Lyne and Zeidan took their seats at the farthest end of the table. Charles walked in majestically without a greeting and his presence made the atmosphere tense.

　　"Where is Korba and Azrael?" Styx asked but Charles butted in.

　　"Aren't you ever tired of playing the Father role, even for a day?"

　　"Charles?" Lyne called, her brows furrowing. She always knew Charles to be a spoilt brat but when he became this worse was what she couldn't lay a finger on.