Chapter 11: Downfall

Third POV

Seth sat in his room working on his latest piece of art when the door flew open, and in came Ivory. She did not want to be here, and with every step she took, it showed.

Seth set down his paintbrush beside the cup of paint on the table and rose to his feet. "What are you doing here, Mom? You have never been here before."

"Because there is really no reason to come. We didn't come so far in the world as Planes so that you could throw it away in silly pursuit of art and heaven knows what." She said in a tone of disappointment and disdain, and her eyes did justice along the way.

She continued, slowing down her pace as she came closer. "I would like to believe that since you knew about your brother's apartment purchase, you have known about his relationship with that whore from the very beginning."

Seth remained silent, as there was nothing to say since she had already figured everything out on her own.

"Silence wouldn't do you any good." She scowled at him.

He shrugged. "I have