Penthouse.

"What? I'm not quite sure I understand what you mean." Jackson came to a sudden halt, whatever this man had in mind, it wasn't going to sit nicely with anyone of them.

"Oh, you know what I mean. Does tying knots at a nameless church count as anything? For all I know you are very much single and she's just living off you."

What was this madness going to lead to?

"Father..." He muttered under his breath, the rest of the word sat stuck in his lungs.

"What? Don't act surprised son, I know very much about people like that, she could be using you for all care, say money...fame, all of this could be an act and that's why I've paid little to no attention to that love interest of yours." He spoke as though he was unaware of the gravity of his words and how annoying they sounded to Jackson.

"Why can't you for once surprise me and leave behind these delusions and see the good in things and people?" He sighed, obviously drained and frustrated, then again, of what use was conversing with him