Sinclair's POV
"I asked you a question, Sinclair. What is going on in that house?" My father's voice thundered in his study, but I didn't flinch because all my life, I've learned to live with this version of him.
"Easy, Atlas. He's our son and not a commoner that you should raise your voice that way," my mother said and moved closer to me, but I rolled my eyes and sighed. The only thing that mattered right now was getting back home to make sure Blair was alright.
"I really don't know what all this fuss is about. Blair's mother called in sick and out of fear. Her daughter was ready to run all the way to her house just to make sure her mother was alright. I offered to drop her off, and now I'm getting reprimanded. Remind me again how and why this matter was tabled in front of my father by Gabriel," I snarled and shot glances at Gabriel, who was sitting at the far end of the room.