Chapter 25 - THE JAILHOUSE VISIT
While the high-society elite celebrated at the Plaza Hotel, Lucas drove down to the Metropolitan Detention Center in Lower Manhattan late the following evening. He walked down the sterile concrete corridor, accompanied by two federal guards, until he reached Interrogation Room B.
Sterling Vance sat at the steel table wearing a coarse orange jumpsuit, his silver hair unkempt and his posture slouched in defeat. Beside him sat Victor, looking thin, anxious, and broken.
Sterling looked up as Lucas sat down across from them, a bitter, hollow smile appearing on his face. "Came to gloat over your victories, son?"
"I didn't come to gloat, Sterling," Lucas answered quietly, resting his hands on the table. "I came to deliver a message from Noah."
Sterling stiffened slightly, his cold eyes showing a rare, fleeting flicker of curiosity. "What message?"
"Noah asked me why his grandfather didn't come visit him in the hospital," Lucas revealed, his voice filled with quiet sadness. "I told him that his grandfather was away on a long business trip."
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Victor let out a harsh, sarcastic laugh from the side. "How touching. You expect us to care about your sentimental nonsense?"
"Shut up, Victor!" Sterling suddenly barked, slamming his hand onto the table and startling his older son into silence.
