As soon as Zion headed inside the Kwan Mansion, he saw his father drinking in silence in the living area. Zachery was staring at the table, his mind was traveling elsewhere as he didn't even notice his son's return.
"Tch," Zion clicked his tongue as he hissed.
Without a word, Zion walked in and perched on the settee. Yet, Zachery was still not reacting to him. Surely, Zachery was thinking something else which Zion didn't care about.
Zion grabbed the empty glass and poured himself a shot of rum. He never used to drink aside from wine and champagne. However, he thought he should join his father tonight.
As Zion poured himself a glass, Zachery slowly raised his shaking eyes towards his son.
"Zion," Zachery called out weakly, sporting a subtle smile. Zion glanced at his father and could tell that he had already had a few drinks with how Zachery's eyes were drooping and his beet red face.
