Gerald’s eyebrows raised slightly. “Is that any way to greet your… uncle?"

Alexander didn't respond, his gaze intensely fixed on the old man.

Gerald sighed, as if disappointed by the lack of response. “It seems even the mighty Alexander Lucas can be pulled into the messiness of… emotions.” Gerald said, as a wide smirk played on his lips.

A flicker of something dark passed through Alexander’s expression. Gerald saw it and smiled.

“I must admit,” Gerald said, "I found it rather curious. You and Johny aren’t exactly the picture of brotherly love. And yet…" He spread his hands.

“There you were. Playing the hero.” He tapped his chin, pretending to...