Arthur sat comfortably on his sofa, one leg crossed over the other, sipping tea from a dainty porcelain cup.

鈥淭o what do I owe the special visit of my son today?鈥 he asked, staring at Stefan seated opposite him.

鈥淚 didn鈥檛 come for a father--son chat,鈥 Stefan said dryly.

鈥淭hen why are you here?鈥 Arthur asked.

鈥淭o question your usefulness in this family,鈥 Stefan replied, and Arthur鈥檚 smile slowly faded.

鈥淲hat do you mean by ...