Mason's POV“You sure took your sweet time coming down. With how long you kept me waiting, I thought I was about to meet the president.” I gestured to the chair. “Come on, Father, have a seat. I even brought your favorite wine. Why don’t we share a drink, talk about old times? Maybe pull out some baby pictures—remind you how adorable and smart I was as a kid.”I poured him a glass of the wine I’d picked out, but he ignored it, reaching for the whiskey instead. I chuckled under my breath. Classic Dad—always too cautious, always paranoid."Don’t tell me you think I’d try to poison you," I said, feigning hurt. "I’m seriously wounded, Father, that you think so little of me. I wouldn’t dream of killing my own father. You’ve taught me too much. Why would I want you dead?”He choked on his drink, coughing as he pushed the glass away. Rubbing his neck, he glared at me, his irritation clear.“If anything, you’d die of natural causes. Maybe you’ll just go to sleep and never wake up, or have a
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