Oliver looked at his mother with a questioning look. It had been years since he last saw his father and to say that he wanted to see him came as a shock to him. He had no particular feelings towards him since as far as he was concerned the man was a stranger. Aside the fact that he was responsible for fathering the body he was now occupying, he shared no particular sentiments towards the man.
It was already weird that he and his mother lived on a manor far from the estate on the claims of the third wife not living on the main estate.
Not that he cared anyway. Frankly he couldn't give a flying fuck about the family situation. He had already planned on living a carefree life and indulge in the riches he found himself born into. Maybe in this life he could make it past the age of forty. 'Shit might as well set a new high score for living.' He inwardly sighed while agreeing to his mother's request giving a reaction that couldn't be plainer than plain could be.
Sylvia was expecting to get a bit more of a reaction from the boy, but instead what she got was the epitome of lackluster. Well she couldn't blame him though, he had very little interaction with the main family, and from what she had observed. He was not a big fan of social interactions.
The following morning after having breakfast and going through with his usual morning routine, Oliver followed his mother to the entrance of the manor while being closely followed by Valka where a sleek black sedan car was waiting for them.
By now he had gotten used to the site of cars being powered by mana instead of fuel. To say that this was not mind boggling at first would be an understatement. The ride to the estate was uneventful for him since this was not the first time for him. Except for the fact that he had to deal with Sylvia's constant playing with his cheeks.
'Whatever happened to the concept of personal space?'
Even though he hated people touching him and invading his personal space, he had come to accept Sylvia's tendencies. Maybe it was just his fetish for older women, but who knows, maybe not.
After close to a Fifteen minute drive, the Thorne family main estate gate came into view. The site of the estate never failed to amaze Oliver, even at that moment he was still taken aback by the grandeur and imposing site of the estate.
The imposing gates laced with the family crest opened to usher the vehicle into an expansive view of greenery making way to the path leading to the family manor that stood in opulence close to Five hundred meters away from the gate. When they finally got to the front door, they were welcomed by a neatly dressed butler with an impeccable appearance while donning what seemed to be his uniform which only went to further highlight his attention to detail.
"Miss, young master, welcome to the estate, the head has been expecting you, please follow me." The butler addressed them without missing a beat, testament to his professionalism.
Oliver and his mother followed the butler (who he letter came to know as Gerald) into the expanse of the manor, while Valka made herself scarce. The doors made way to a sumptuous and stately interior which was lavishly decorated with ornate details and eclectic architecture. He quietly followed the butler with measured steps while taking not of the design until the suddenly came to a stop in front of a large artisanal wooden door, to which the butler gently knocked on.
"Come in." A deep but powerful voice reverberated from inside the room allowing for the Gerald to gently push the door open and making way for the two guests, to which after their entry, he gently closed the door behind them.
Inside the room Oliver's eyes immediately landed on Silas who sat behind a simple desk with his head buried in a heap of paperwork.
The man had an assertive presence that screamed power coupled together with such an intense gaze that dangled on the borderline of overwhelming, before Oliver could fully take in his supposed father's presence, Sylvia moved with an elegant precision and sat on one of the chairs directly opposite to Silas while pointing to the chair next to her without waiting for any form of acknowledgement from the host, "Come and sit Oli, your father likes to act all edgy and mysterious thinking it makes him look cool."
'What the…!! ' Oliver's thoughts were all jumbled after hearing his mother words, and for a moment he could swear he saw the slightest twitch of Silas' brow, which was quickly masked by indifference. 'She does know that she's talking about one of the world's most powerful people right?' He thought while hesitantly taking a seat beside his mother while cautiously eyeing his father from the corner of his eye, just to make sure that he would not be erased from existence by an unpredictable man who got made fun of.
"You're here, how've you been Sylvia"
"Hmm, wouldn't you like to know? You could've at least visited your son." Sylvia answered while showing close to no emotions on her face. By comparison that was the most serious Oliver had ever seen her.
'Aih! …she should have added weather boy at the end…God I'm handsome and funny.' Oblivious to the cold war that was taking place between his parents, Oliver was lost in his delusions until he was brought back to reality by his father shifting his attention to him.
"So, I heard you started combat training, and that you were asking for a gun as your weapon?"
'Damnation!!'