Chapter 98. Epilogue

Lucien and Zaylien slid quietly into the back seat of the black car waiting outside the school gates. The boy crossed his arms, eyes set stubbornly on the window.

Lucien studied his son carefully, his brows furrowed. There was no trace of guilt, no hint of remorse on Zaylien’s young face. Instead, his expression was cold.

Lucien sighed, leaning back against the leather seat.

“Just like his father,” he mumbled under his breath, shaking his head as the car engine roared to life.

The guard drove them home in silence, the air thick between father and son. When they finally arrived at the mansion, Zaylien quickly hopped out of the car, already rushing towards the staircase as soon as they stepped inside.

“Come back here, Zay!” Lucien’s sharp tone rang through the hall.

Zaylien froze, shoulders stiffening, before he turned back with that same cold look—the one that reminded Lucien of Zayn. Every time he looked at him, it was like staring at a smaller, y