A man and a woman strolled into the Black Thorn Manor. The man had the powerful aura known to be a trait of the Sterling family.
Michael Sterling, with his arm around his wife's waist glanced around his own son's home.
"Andrew." He exclaimed with a broad smile, "I didn't know you had such a nice looking home of your own, but why live outside when the Sterling estate has always been the family home?"
Andrew didn't even bother with pleasantry as his eyes hardened at the sight of the couple. "What are you doing here?" His voice was harsh and detached as he spoke, a gritting tone lurking beneath.
"Come on son, can't I visit my own son's home? Look, I even bought gifts for you and my daughter in law." Michael gestured to a row of the Sterling family staff who walked in a composed line each holding gift boxes.
"Father might have tried to out me from your wedding but I still know my responsibilities as your father." He added.
At that statement, Andrew's hard brow shot up.
