Chapter 66

Writer's pov

Chicago... Sir Roman's resident...

Henry halted outside the door, he grabbed the handle but hesitated as he pondered wether to go in or not.

Suddenly, the door pushed open and Simon (sir Roman's butler), stepped out.

"Mr O'Briens" he greeted Henry with a bow.

"Is grandfather inside?" Henry.

He tilted his head and took a glance inside, but couldn't see Sir Roman.

"Yes, Mr O'Briens... he said he knows you're here"

Henry took a deep breath, he nodded and pushed Simon aside then walked in.

He walked straight into the living room, with Simon trailing behind him.

Sir Roman sat on a recliner, a glass of wine in his hand and a TV remote on the other hand.. he's watching a wrestling match.

"Sir, Mr O'Briens is here" Simon reported.

Sir Roman simply waved him off, he turned to Henry with a smile.. that clearly doesn't reach his eyes.

"Henry... My grandson!"

Henry shut his eyes at how fondly his grandfather just called his name.. he knows something deadly is coming afterwards.