In the car.
Vika dialed Father's number.
"What's up?"
The authoritative voice carried a hint of warmth.
"Father, I've been arrested," Vika said easily, as the youngest legitimate son, spoiled since childhood far more than his elder brother who bears the burden of family legacy.
While he.
Just needs not to go too far.
"What?"
Vika's father was startled.
Arrested?
Who dared to do this, he thought far beyond Vika, daring to lay hands on the legitimate lineage of their family without the slightest notice, the logic behind it made his brows furrow.
"Father."
Seeing the silence from the other end, Vika called out.
"What's going on?"
"They claim I committed murder."
"Killed who?"
"No idea." Vika hadn't asked.
"..."
Vika's father was speechless for a moment, you don't even know who it is, have you killed so many people you can't remember which one? Shouldn't be, Vika may be a bit of a wastrel, but not insane.
"Phew!"
He took a deep breath.
"I'll find out."
"Okay."
