Chapter 100 CHAPTER 100

Chapter 100 CHAPTER 100
Andrew’s POV

I drive home in a fit of anger and. I sped all the way and I’m only lucky to get back home in one piece. Words can’t possibly explain how furious I am at the moment. Callum seems to enjoy getting on my nerves these days. I didn’t want to fight back, just for the sake of our old friendship but if he keeps provoking me, I will have no other choice but to strike back.

As I drive into the garage, I can hear the whirling of the helicopter overhead. It seems to be leaving our mansion and it means only one thing; dad is back from that island he went to have fun in. I guess I will start to put on my best behavior from now on.

As I enter the main building, the butler comes towards me. One would have thought she had been waiting for me in that spot.

“Welcome, young master. How was your day?” she asks carefully.

“Not bad,” I mutter. I don’t think I am supposed to tell her I had an unpleasant day.

“Right, you should join the family in the dining room. Everyone is waiting for you,” she says enthusiastically. She starts to dust my shirt even though I can see no dirt there.

“Everyone’s waiting for me? When did our family become so close?” I ask in a calm manner.

She sighs, “Your father is home, Andrew. You know how he looks at family dinners and the whole family has gathered for it. Your mom, your dad, your fiancee, everyone apart from you is in the dining room.”

“You should tell them to eat without me. I am not hungry,” I tell her firmly as I walk past her. She follows me, holding me back.

“Your father will be angry when he hears of it. I’m sure you know that more than I do,” she says, trying to convince me. “I know you might be feeling down right now and something might have happened outside. However, it’s only dinner. Just eat in silence and leave the table. Everything will be fine if you do that.”

“I am angry right now!” I raise my voice at her. I shouldn’t have done that. In a lower tone, I mutter, “I am not in the right mental state to deal with my family right now. If I go there, I will cause a scene and that will be irreparable. Do you understand what I mean?”

She nods slightly. I walk away from her presence and into my room. There, I lay on my bed with my clothes and shoes on. I need sleep and so, that’s what I do.



I am woken up by the banging of the door. I open my eyes, still tired. A quick look at the wall’s clock tells me I haven’t slept for an hour yet. I wonder who could be at the door and I have to refrain from cursing them out loud. I open the door and it’s my dad there. He pushes me aside and steps in, looking around the room.

“What is this about?” I ask, closing the door after him.

“You didn’t seem to be smoking. Looking at your eyes, I doubt it was another hard drug doing its work,” he comes closer. “You smell of whiskey. Are you drunk? Is that why you acted that way?”

“I don’t understand what you mean, dad,” I tell him firmly. “Why are you here? It’s late at night. You should be sleeping.”

“You didn’t come for dinner,” he tells me simply. “I came to learn of your reason.”

“I’m sure the butler told you the reason,” I mutter.

“Yes, she gave an excuse, saying you were tired,” dad answers.

“Do you think it’s just an excuse?” I ask him. “Well, I’m happy to tell you it wasn’t an excuse. I was so exhausted that I had to skip dinner and rest instead. That’s why I wasn’t there.”

“But I was there after a two hour flight. Don’t you think I should be more tired than you? Yet I showed up,” he points out, his voice lined with pride.

“All you did was have fun at the island, dad. Do you really think a jolly two hours flight is enough to make you tired?” I ask him curiously. His expression changes instantly. I can tell he isn’t having it at all.

“You have gotten bolder in my absence. How dare you speak to your father with such a disregarding tone!” he shouts at me. My head begins to ache. This is exactly why I didn’t go for dinner in the first place.

“Let’s talk later, dad,” I tell him simply. “Can you leave? I need some rest.”

“This is my mansion, boy,” he tells me, his voice firm. “You don’t get to tell me where I can stay and where I shouldn’t.

I feel like telling him that in reality, the mansion wasn’t his. It has belonged to the Rousseau family for years. He inherited it from his father and in a few years, I will also inherit it. However, I know better than to say this.

“I’m sorry, dad,” I say, choosing the peaceful method.

He takes a step back, feeling some remorse.

“Fine. I will let you have some rest but you must remember to never miss a family’s dinner, they are the most important family gathering in the Rousseau family. Do you hear and understand?” he asks, his voice firm.

“I hear and understand, dad,” I reply, bowing slightly. He gives me a pat on the shoulder and walks out of my room. I breathe in relief as he leaves and I turn to go back to sleep. My door opens suddenly and I have to turn back to check. It is my mother, standing at the door with her arms crossed.

I sigh. I wonder if this is a joint plan by my family to frustrate me. Who was coming next after her? Cassie, perhaps?

“You missed dinner.”