48: Uncertainties

“How’s she?” Lyon asked over the phone, his voice filled with curiosity.

“Great,” Jace replied, beckoning to Becky, his PA who stood at the door unmoved to step forward. “The last time he saw her, she was doing great.”

‘The last time you saw her, it was indeed great.’ the nasty voice in his head said, and he shook it off.

She placed the documents in her hands on the desk before taking her leave.

“I feel like the older she becomes, the further away she gets.” Lyon groaned.

“And that’s how it should be, don’t you think?”

He mumbled something under his breath before saying, “I don’t know, sometimes a little ‘hello, Papa, how are you doing?’ Doesn’t hurt.”

He laughed at the change in his voice. “You’re getting old. You need to find yourself a wife and let your daughter live her life.”

He scoffed, and he could feel him rolling his eyes. “As if you’re any better. You’re just two years younger than me, last I checked.”

“Two years and three months younger,” he told him, emphasising the younger