Chapter 542. The Clash

She swept out of the room, still seething. Her lover’s eyes bored into her back as she stormed out, head held high, ignoring him.

Lucien remained, talking to Tara and Ria, his darling daughters who were literally coddling him and then, as he saw Claude’s eyelids droop, he rose to his full height.

Stepping closer to the figure on the bed, he growled,

‘My son.’

And bent his head to kiss the young man’s head lightly. The look of incredulous joy on the young man’s face tore at Lucien as he straightened. He had never done this since Claude grew up. Hell, he barely kissed his children! Claude grabbed his father’s hand, his voice breaking as he said,

‘Pappa, I…I …never meant to make trouble…’

Piers was standing on the other side of the wide bed, watching his father, and he interrupted.

‘Pappa, Sir, we are always there with you.’

Lucien looked up frowning.

‘Pappa needs to sleep now,’ said Tara softly and Lucien looked down at his daughte