"Lance?" I insist, not ready to take no for an answer.
"...Who told you that?" he asks.
"Doesn't matter. Is it true?"
"I don't know," he finally says.
"Seriously?!"
"I'm telling you the truth, darling." He sighs, adjusting his glasses. "However, if Richard had any issue with... your father, it's probably irrelevant to you. Richard has a lot going on, with a lot of people, and in a lot of countries."
"Don't bullshit me, Lance."
"Watch your language," he hisses. "Anyway. Whatever you’ve heard, do not draw conclusions until you've spoken to Richard, please. I also swear, I'm not aware of anything going on between your father and Richard; I'm not that involved in our Overlord's businesses. You should ask Benedict or Swithin. Perhaps John knows as well."
"He went all the way to th
