CHAPTER 150: Let's Hear It

Caspian's POV

The last time I was this frustrated, Mabel was sitting across from me in my office, calmly declaring herself CEO of my company as if she’d simply decided the weather. And now, here I am, standing at the edge of the pool, watching my son sulk in the sun like some tragic, misunderstood hero.

Mike’s lying on a lounge chair, sunglasses on, shirtless, practically luxuriating in his own self-pity. If he were any more dramatic, he’d have a violin playing in the background. I take a deep breath, running a hand through my hair, and remind myself—firmly—that I am his father, and a father is supposed to show patience. Especially when that son is twenty-six years old and should damn well know better.

“Mike,” I say, trying to keep my tone steady.

Nothing. Not even a flinch.

“Mike,” I repeat, louder this time.

Finally, he lifts his sunglasses a fraction, peering at me as if I’m some kind of nuisance interrupting his grand tragedy. “Something you need?”

“Yes. A little peace in this hou