A pessimistic smile formed on his face, and he shut the locket, stuffing it back into the pocket of his pants.
He stood up and turned his head when he heard a knock on the door.
"Come in." He permitted.
The door pushed and none other than Logan wheeled himself inside.
He lifted his head and looked at Lucius who arched his brow at him.
"Is there a problem?" Lucius asked.
"No, father. I just want to ask you something." He said, causing Lucius to furrow his brows at him.
"I see…" Lucius walked over and sat down at the long table. "Go ahead." He allowed.
Logan stared at him, and a deep breath fled his nose.
"Father, you don't hate Valerio like you claim, do you?" He asked.
At the sound of his question, a frown immediately appeared on Lucius's face, and he crumpled his brows.
