Chapter Twelve

Allen's pov:

Standing in front of my father's study, I swallowed hard.

Rubbing my palms at my clothes nervously, I slowly lifted my hand and knocked at the door.

"Come in," his cold voice vibrates through the closed doors, causing my palms to tremble.

I half pushed the door and walked in, it seems like I wasn't the only one that he wanted to see then.

Though I was surprised to see Albin there. Not that I was angry that he was called but I was stunned to see him arrive before me, he has never been earlier in his life. I chuckled and strode inside.

Albin was there sitting on a couch with a distinct look and his legs crossed over one another.

"Good day, father," I bowed slightly before walking up to Albin and sitting down not waiting for him to respond to my greetings.

Not like he ever does, he only replies once in a while that I could count how many times in a year.

Despite not being favored by my father, I still like him because he is still my father and I couldn't do anyt