Lucian Newton had no patience to waste on these people. After laying down his warning, he sent them all packing.

He tried calling his father, but there was no answer; he guessed his father was busy at the office. Then he called his mother, only to get a busy signal.

“It’s almost New Year… could Mom still be tied up with Sylvia’s matters?” he muttered.

Finally, he dialed William’s number. If even William didn’t pick up, he’d have no choice but to make decisions on his own. After all, he couldn’t rely on the younger siblings, to handle things for him.

After two rings, the call connected.

“Lucian? What’s going...