"I—I have no idea what you're talking about," Charles answered falteringly, feigning ignorance. "I just remembered that I haven't checked in on you for some time, a—and it's been a while since you moved home, so I wanted to know if that freak has been taking care of you—"

"We have nothing to talk about." Stephen had heard enough of this nonsense and had already gotten the answers he needed.

Charles had switched out the medication Camille sent him, which meant that despite knowing that Camille had tampered with the medicine, his father had chosen to ignore this matter and was even protecting her. This was more than enough to prove how insignificant Stephen was to Charles.

If that were the case, saying anything else would be useless.

Stephen hung up resolutely, his knuckles turning white from his tight grip on his phone.

…

That night, Stephen didn't go downstairs for dinner. Tabitha brought some food to his door, but the man refused before she even entered his room. Back in the dining ro