38. My mother

Xavion

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"I'm glad you're back. It was a surprise you got stranded on that Island for several days," he said with a smirk, "Knowing you as my son, even after two days of being stranded alone, you can't be at ease until one of your cousins arrives to rescue you." Dad looks at me suspiciously.

I gritted my teeth and looked at his eyes thoughtfully. "I was having fun, Dad. The typhoon arrived, and it hit the Island. I ended up cleaning the post and the surroundings. I instructed the boys on the materials that I needed. That's why the rescue took a while," I answered, looking at him without a trace of fear.

"I see," he nodded. He took a step closer to me this time.

"What about your mission? I've heard you showed up in Dalton with Bryce. What's that all about? You didn't tell me you joined the lowly kind mafia's world bidding party?" His jaw clenches, and his eyes aim at me like a bullet. I gritted my teeth but never shifted my gaze.

"Brandon was there, Dad. I followed him, and Bryce arran