Max's POV.
"What happened, dad? You called me to meet urgently," I demanded as I barged into the home office without knocking. I knew he was waiting for me, so why bother with formality?
"Yes, Max. How about the riot in the south wing? Hope you have handled everything and settled it on time," dad asked impatiently.
"Everything is in control. I have put John in his place and made sure he wouldn't try anything," I replied smugly.
Dad nodded and said, "Good! I had expected this from you. You are doing great. In fact, better than me. I am proud of you, son."
My heart warmed up after seeing his eyes glint with pride and happiness.
Then his face turned dark and cold so fast I couldn't even catch the transition between the expressions. He stared at the blue sky. The sun had just risen, and
