"I'm so sick of all your drama, Kathryn!" He shouted. "If you don't want to go to the Golden Land Amusement Park, then I'll just take Bryan there myself!" His gaze darted around the mansion, as if searching for something—or someone.
He sighed heavily and called over the first maid he saw. "Where is Bryan?"
The maid bowed her head and replied, "I don't know, Young Master," before quickly walking away.
At that, Ashton turned to me again. "Where is Bryan, Kathryn? Was he taken back to the infirmary? I thought he was already under house treatment."
A bitter chuckle escaped my lips as I realized it had been more than a year since he last visited Bryan.
"See how irresponsible you are as a father? You don't even know where your son is or what's happening to him. It's funny how we've been here for so long, and only now do you realize Bryan isn't around."
"You're still not done with your drama? Really? If Bryan's really sick, why the hell are you leaving his side? Where is he, Kathryn? Why are you hiding him from me?" He demanded, raising his voice.
I didn't say another word. I simply looked him in the eye, though a single tear betrayed me, slipping down my cheek.