Lord Nick

Davis's POV

“We are going to Lydia's”

“Davis, you are taking this too far” I heard Vincent say, but I shook my head.

“No, I am not. We are leaving right this minute” I said to Vincent.

I asked Helen how her mother was doing this morning, and she said she was still feeling pains in her waist.

For my anger to subside, I need to deal with Lydia. I have been calling her to meet me, but she had been ignoring my calls and avoiding my messages. She knew what she did, and she knows what I can do.

“I don't think her father would like this”

I let out a dry laugh before breathing out the smoke through my nose,

“And who the fuck cares about him?” I asked.

“He is your guardian”

“Say that one more time and watch me cut off one of your fucking ears” And he shut it.

He knew when I was being fucking serious, and he also knows how I hate it when one tells me that the bastard was my guardian. I won't be shocked if he had a hand in what led to godfather's death.

He is the next heir if not that