Heated Argument

Jackson's POV

“Why the fuck are you not in your bed with Zara, Xander?” I blasted out on my son who was seated on the bed, his phone in hand.

My words stunned my daughter who came with me. I had kept her away from the truth that I forced Xander into this wedding. And it was just a contract marriage.

Kate held my hand and said shyly, her voice low, “Dad, how can you talk so boldly?”

I turned my head to Xander when I heard him complaining.

“Really, Dad? Your son survived a lethal accident and you care about Zara and our lovey-dovey acts?”

His last words pushed the air of the room in awkwardness. There was a reason I had to be bold with Xander because he had been stubbornly condemning this marriage. But I shouldn't forget that my son was shameless. And thus, I was being blunt.

Drawing in a deep breath, I said, “Kate, depart to your bedroom. It's bedtime already.”

Kate was reluctant to leave but she wasn't an inch like her elder brother. Obeying me, she left.

Squinting his eyes, Xander ta