Mrs. Lieself began to speak again, hesitating as anyone would over a delicate matter, "I just- my dear, you know what your father is like…"
Drake Lieself was silent.
"He is… prone to mood swings these days," his mother continued with a sad look on her face, "your father has just not been the same the past year and… I know it is not good as a wife for me to say this but…"
She hesitated before she sighed, "I am glad he has not come home in a long time, Drake."
Drake looked up at her, a light in his eye.
Something about today had shown him that sharing with his mother that he had murdered his own father in cold blood would be a terrible mistake.
She had married a mafia boss and produced an heir, but she seemed to think that Drake would not dirty his hands.
At least not in the worst possible way and killing his own father.
Drake bit his lip as his mother continued to speak.
He had made up his mind.