Nicholas stepped into the house like he owned it.
His eyes flicked around, avoiding Mason's glare but pretending to be calm. Mason didn't buy the act.
He stood by the door with his arms crossed, jaw clenched, and eyes full of fire.
"What are you doing here, Nicholas?" Mason's voice cut through the air, sharp and unwelcoming.
Nicholas didn't flinch. He slowly turned toward his older brother, raising one brow like he found the question amusing.
"Am I not welcome in my brother's house?" Nicholas asked, half smiling, half mocking.
"Anyway, I'm not here to see you."
He brushed past Mason like he didn't even see him and walked into the living room where Anastasia stood frozen, still unsure about what was happening.
Mason remained by the door, watching with fury burning behind his eyes.
"Hello, Anastasia," Nicholas greeted warmly, holding out a beautifully wrapped fruit basket.
"This is from Grandpa. He asked me to give it to you."
