The following morning, still at Mr Lucas mansion, I came downstairs and met with Clay coming out of the kitchen, he looked uncomfortable while approaching the chair at the dinning room.

"Good morning, Clay"

I picked up another chair and sat with him.

"Anna! My head is so sore," he complained while romancing his head.

"You were so high and drunk last night,"

I asked him what about, his dad.

"I was,?" Clay said in an unbelievable tone.

I was just about to say something back when his dad came in and Interrupted us both.

"You're in deep trouble, Clay,'

He says, angrily at his son.

"What do you mean...