He had set his eyes on Andrew for quite some time now; even when he was away, he had a person allocated to carry out the task. Just then, Andrew emerged from his quarters, the lack of sleep evident with the saggy eye bags lurking around.
Frank's gaze met his, and for some reason, Frank felt something had changed in them. There was a touch of softness in his gaze, no longer the animosity with which he once used to look at him.
"Where do you think you are going?" Frank remarked just when he was about to sweep past him inside the mansion.
"To do my job—helping Layla in teaching the kids." Andrew's tone was nonchalant, carrying an 'I don't care' attitude.
"Wait, attaboy… I know you've been passing on information about us to someone; I've got evidence. So you better open your mouth now, or I'll personally hand you over to your dear brother." Frank's hand rested on his shoulder.
