“Good, I knew I could trust you.”

“Hmm.”

Turning, Zaviyaar closed the door and locked it. Knitting his brows together, he was perplexed and questioned, “What are you doing?”

“I would like to have a few words with you privately with no interruption.”

Zaviyaar became serious, coming closer and sitting beside his father who also sat up with curiosity.

He took a pillow from his Mother’s side and placed it under his elbow, a charming smirk not leaving him.

“Yes, what is it?”

“Have you prepared a will yet?” He asked, sounding monotonous, that Jafar suspected nothing.

“Yeah, why are you asking about that?” He shrugged his shoulders.

“Can I...