John Trevor's hands shook on the desk, his knuckles becoming pale. His anger bubbled up, almost out of control As he struggled with his son's difficult situation. Maureen, his wife, placed a soft hand on his arm, subtly encouraging him to relax. While John's chest continued to rise and fall with contained rage, He took a deep breath, forcing himself to stay focused.
Raising his eyes, John Trevor met the gaze of Marcus, his son. In his eyes was disappointment, Yet, he couldn't shake the feeling that he had to do it. "I'm sorry," John spoke, his tone softer now, but still holding the power of command. "I wasn't able to assist you in the manner you desired." However, I have a strategy, and in this plan, it's the one that I think is the most effective way to approach this."
Marcus stayed quiet, his face was calm, showing no emotion, his eyes remained on his father, waiting for him to continue with what he was saying.
"I've talked with the lawyer," John continued, his tone resolute and c
