Reconciliation

The next morning, Jacob arrived at Old Mrs. Sullivan's mansion, his footsteps echoing through the grand hallway as he made his way towards the staircase. Just as he was about to ascend, Old Mrs. Sullivan and Michael appeared, their presence halting him in his tracks.

"Jacob," Old Mrs. Sullivan called out, her voice tinged with concern. "Where were you last night? Why didn't you come home?"

Jacob turned to face his mother, his expression defiant. "Why do you care?" he retorted, his tone sharp with frustration.

Michael stepped forward, his gaze stern as he addressed his brother. "Jacob, show some respect," he admonished. "You're talking to our mother."

Jacob sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair as he composed himself. "Fine," he replied curtly. "If you must know, I spent the night with my family."