<i>"Where’s mother?" He asked, referring to old Wace. </i>


    <i>"She fell asleep after I gave her the medicines," she replied, her handnding on his shoulders which jolted him awake. "You’re too tired. Go and wash up and sleep."</i>


    <i>"Wait, before that, can you call the twins down for me? I need to tell them something quickly."</i>


    <i>Mrs Wace became curious. In situations like this, it was mostly because he was going to scold Xander for misbehaving in school again. </i>


    <i>"The boys—"</i>


    <i>"I’m not yelling at Xander this time around. In fact, only call Xavier. Yes! He’s the one I want to talk to," he requested, heading to the couch. </i>


    <i>Mrs Wace gave him a pointed look before she headed over to their rooms. </i>


    <i>Even though the boys were grown teenagers that should have separate rooms, they didn’t give in to the idea when their parents came up with it. </i>


    <i>So, instead of continuing to sleep in their bunk beds when they were a lot younger, their parents changed it into a king size bed and broke some walls to make the bedroom bigger than it usually was with each of them having more than enough space to store their belongings without fighting for any. </i>


    <i>Mrs Wace called for Xavier and he rushed out of the room. </i>


    <i>"Father, you called for me?" He asked when he arrived at the living room with his mother standing behind him, as more curiosity arose in her mind as to what Mr Wace could possibly want to tell Xavier but not Xander. </i>


    <i>"Xavier my boy, you’re all grown up now," said Mr Wace, cing his hand on the boy’s shoulder and he immediately caught the waft of the alcohol smell dripping from his breath. "You will be of legal age in the next few years and there are some things I want to teach you."</i>


    <i>Xavier instinctively took a step back, mildly bumping into his mother when he couldn’t endure the strong alcohol breath from his father. It was starting to suffocate him. </i>


    <i>Meanwhile, behind a pir opposite them, Xander was well hidden, his gaze boring into Xavier’s back before it shifted to his father who looked so drunk he was sure the old man couldn’t differentiate between one from two. </i>


    <i>"I was your age when my father started teaching me the nature of our family’s business and he was also the man who made me so strong..." He continued. </i>


    <i>Mrs. Wace frown deepened, knowing exactly where the discussion was heading to. But she kept quiet so as to let him finish. </i>


    <i>"Since you’re doing so well in ss, I can see that you’re going to be the future CEO of the Wace enterprise in the next few years. But not only that, I also want to make you stronger. I want to teach you how to fight like a man."</i>


    <i>While he was driving home, Mr Wace suddenly realized that he hadn’t started training either of his sons’ ways to run their empire. He’d dealt with some dangerous people in the past, and now he felt he needed to buckle up. </i>


    <i>What if the dangerous people attacked his family? None of his sons know how to defend themselves yet. What if something had happened to him? He hasn’t taught either of his sons how to run the empire. </i>


    <i>So tonight, Mr Wace believed he needed to train Xavier to be the next CEO of the Wace enterprise. </i>


    <i>"Xander is your eldest son, Thomas! He’s supposed to be the heir of the Wace enterprise, not Xavier. The both of them are supposed to work hand in hand, so if you’re going to pick Xavier, you’re also going to have to pick Xander as well," Mrs Wace shared her thoughts. </i>


    <i>For the past few days, Mr Wace had decided a few times he was going to give most of his properties to Xavier, share a reasonable equal amount to both Richard and Kace, and leave whatever was left for Xander, which didn’t seat well with Mrs Wace at all. </i>


    <i>"Xander is a useless son!" He imed. "There’s only one thing he can do in thepany, and that’s to run it down!"</i>


    <i>"Don’t be preposterous now, Thomas. I can’t believe that’s how you think of your very own son! Think for once in your life. Are you doing the right thing?" She questioned, ready to face him head on that night as they both mirrored each other’s expression. </i>