Chapter 87~ A letter

“Mom, Dad, can we talk?” Oliver requested as soon as he entered the Ford mansion.

His eyes were red and his chest was heaving, his heart pounding hard against his ribcage.

“Hello to you too, bro,” Zara said and rolled her eyes. “Why do you look like you just lost your favorite toy?”

“Zara... your brother doesn’t look good, don’t mess with him,” Roxanne scolded as she got up from the couch, looking at Oliver with concern in her eyes.

They were seated in the living room watching a movie as a family after dinner. However, seeing the way Oliver looked, Roxanne was no longer in the mood for a movie.

“What is wrong, son? Did something happen?” She asked worriedly.

Oliver huffed and ran his hand through his hair, roughly tugging at the roots in frustration. After driving off earlier, he had driven around the city to clear his head.

However, no matter how much he tried, he couldn't forget the fact that Claire didn't love him... she was only with him to avenge her father.

“I need to ask you