Marcus, Dylan's stepbrother, walked into the fancy mansion of his grandfather. Grandfather Grey was in the sitting room, a newspaper on his lap, looking out of the window. He looked despaired.

“Grandfather?”

“Marcus? What are you doing here?”

“Why? Can't I come to visit my beloved grandfather again?”

Grandpa Grey chuckled bitterly.

“I know you want something. Or do you have something to tell me?”

Marcus laughed, taking the seat opposite his grandfather and crossing his legs.

“I didn't say you could sit,” Grandpa Grey said sternly.

“You wouldn’t say the same thing to Dylan.”

Grandpa Grey rubbed his hands on his forehead, frustrated.

“Please don't start. If you are...