Chapter 91

Nick

All I needed was for James to crack. I needed to put more pressure. I was angry and left the mansion, solving nothing. I thought filling my father on our progress would get him on board, but he was just cranky today. He seemed more interested in the food than in everything I told him. 

First it was James. Now it was her sister. What was it about that family and getting on my nerves? I placed my fork and knife on the table and looked at my father. This diner felt pointless. We were never the type of family bond over dinner. 

“Are you going to say something?” I asked.

“What do you want me to say?” he looked at me before he went back to focusing on his plate. "It's not like you will listen to me."