Jared was gripping his phone so tightly that his knuckles turned up white.

Why?

His father had threatened to cut him off, disowned him that is, but he had never believed his father would go ahead to do this.

Disowning him was one thing, but freezing his accounts?

How was he supposed to survive?

How was he supposed to pay the fines?

Panic was clawing its way over his body and his palms were getting sweaty.

“S-Sir?”

Jared blinked, breaking his daze from his phone and looked to the ...