That evening, after the servants cleared the dining table, Dominic Vance did not go up to the study as usual. He stayed seated on the sofa in the small living room, scrolling through his phone, but his eyes occasionally glanced toward Lucien, who was curled up in the opposite corner of the sofa, holding a sketchbook without drawing anything.
After a long while, he put away the phone and suddenly spoke up, "Lucien."
Lucien startled and looked up: "Yes?"
"What do you plan to do in the future? Is there anything you want?"
Lucien looked at him in bewilderment. This question had never appeared in any scenario he had anticipated: "In the future...?"
Dominic Vance leaned back, resting his arm on the sofa in a relaxed posture: "Yes. Do you want to go to school? Study art, or do something else? You are still so young, you cannot possibly wander around this house for the rest of your life, can you?"
