"Oh, and Father." Cassius said, his voice casual but laced with a sharp edge, as he ignored his father's despair, the broken sobs echoing faintly. "Even though I'm handing over the administration of the estate to you don't think I'm leaving it entirely in your hands."
"You're a sly old fox, aren't you? Always scheming, always plotting. I'd be a fool to think you wouldn't try something to mess it all up the moment my back's turned."
"And sure, I could handle anything you throw my way—rip it apart with my bare hands, you know the drill—but I don't like nuisances. They're tedious, and I've got better things to do. So, I'll have someone keep an eye on you."
"...Someone to watch you at all times, make sure you don't step out of line."
His crimson gaze slid sideways, landing on Wayne, who was still slumped against the desk as well, his face pale and trembling.
