Gilbert was sitting in his work office. Deep in thought, he hadn''t gone down for a while, he appreciated the break he''d given himself over the week. Trent had volunteered himself to be the one who asionally went down there to foresee and ensure it operated well.


    He wasn''t someone that trusted others so easily, he didn''t know whether it was because Trent raised him or the fact that old age was making him soft but Trent was an individual he trusted the most.


    Initially, only registered kesons could go down there, butlers like him would only go if their master wanted it so. But Gilbert broke that rule and registered Trent so that he would go down there without him.


    If his father knew, he''d be turning on his grave right now and he probably was, but that was of little matter to him. He had his own demons that were threatening everything he''d ever built.


    "Are you sure sir?" Trent asked, thinking his master should take more time. He didn''t want a repeat of him breaking down.


    "That''s quite enough Trent, I''m not a newborn made out of ss." He wore an annoyed expression, he despised it the most when Trent treated him like a child.


    He understood why, he''ll probably always be a child to him but he didn''t have to like it. Something so insignificant always managed to put him in a foul mood.


    Trent was about to reply, saying he may as well have been but was d nheless that the inte interrupted him from uttering those ursed words, he almostmitted a grave sin, he held his tongue and listened.


    "Sir, you have a visitor. Its your son, and some friends..."


    The inte sounded. Gilbert wasn''t in the mood for any of this. He''d tried his best to distance himself from his son, but he just won''t take the hint. Even lying about the death of his mother wasn''t enough to break him away.


    If it was enough, he wouldn''t be here at hispany building, for no reason at all unless he came to take his life which he weed with open arms. He wasn''t suicidal, far from it, he wasn''t ready to die either. But for reasons unknown he''d let his son do him in.


    Something Trent scolded him for on multiple asions. To him, young master Isaac was many things, he didn''t wish him to add murderer to the list. It just wasn''t right.


    "He even came here with some of his followers? How daring." He waspletely amused. He''d told his son not to bother him again, but here he was.


    "Sir, surely you''ve heard? The receptionist called them his friends, no followers. That''s an interesting detail isn''t it?"


    Gilbert paid him no mind, whatever they were he didn''t intend to let them stay for very long, so he decided to meet them at the door of the building.


    "Trent," he turned to see his butler with a very determined face following briskly from behind him. "Nevermind."


    He knew he wouldn''t have been able to sessfully make him stay up here. Some may see this as some sort of rebellion from a mere worker, but Gilbert hade understand his butler.


    He would do anything for his master, even when the master didn''t see the benefit. He would do anything that was in the best interest of his master, while convincing him that this was the best course of action. Of course, he didn''t push too far, like any servant, he knew his ce.


    His first impression of Isaac was that, he looked rxed and much more calm than thest time they spoke. He didn''t bother pondering what would have been the cause.


    It was a shame that Isaac looked nothing like his mother. Gilbert''s father''s genes were ridiculously stronger than that.


    "What is it?" He asked, he was sure he''d done something he needed help with. That''s just the kind of person his son was, always running to daddy after every hup he encountered.


    "Can''t a sone see his father during a school break?" He asked giving him a rather sinister smile, seeing the confused look on his father''s face warmed him.


    Gilbert didn''t like that at all. His expression changed from cold, to something else entirely. He didn''t have time to be babysitting Isaac. Most of all, he knew his son very well, he wasn''t the type to do such things because of nothing.


    "You''re here to waste my time?" It was the deepmanding voice that made him appear as the leader of a pride, Isaac''s yfulness faltered if only a little.


    "If I''m to inherit this ce one day, then I should be learning to ropes more closely, right?" He initially intended to let the yful air simmer for a while but his father''s voice forced his intentions out of him.


    Gilbert searched his son''s face for any dishonesty. Isaac felt utterly andpletely helpless, his father''s piercing gaze made him feel very naked and very seen. He didn''t like that at all. The vulnerability that forced its way out made him sick.


    "Is that right? You have siblings on the way,petition won''t be as easy as when you were an only child." He told him honestly, his voice deepening by the second, as if he was trying to scare him away.


    "I''m willing to put in the work. They''re my younger siblings, I want to be the man they''ll follow around with admiration." Isaac answered, he''d clearly thought about this very carefully.


    Gilbert stopped a smile from forming. It wasn''t pride, but it was something positive he felt towards Isaac. It was something he never thought he''d feel again about anyone.


    "Then, why did you bring your followers here?"


    The air suddenly shifted to awkward.


    "They''re my friends." He announced proudly.


    But to Gilbert, it was one and the same thing. He was about to retorted when his phone rang. It was one of the security people from under them.


    "Sir, there''s been an explosion. We can''t pinpoint the location exactly but it''s fair to assess that, the ring has been breached."


    Little prickles all over his body made themselves known. This wasn''t a good time for the ring to be under attack. This was also a first time, they didn''t really have countermeasures.


    "Trent, let''s go."