Spencer Payne, who had served my family for thirty years, nodded and drove away calmly.
My head ached, and I closed my eyes, drifting off to sleep. When I opened them again, the car wasn’t anywhere near home; we were parked in front of a five-star hotel.
Spencer had been with my family for so long that I trusted him completely. That was why I could fall asleep so easily while he drove.
But right then, a bad feeling rose in my chest. I quickly asked, “Spencer, didn’t I tell you to drive home? Why are we here?”
Spencer turned his head toward me, and the kind look he usually had was gone. His face was cold, carrying a malice that made my heart sink.
“I’m sorry, sir Weston. As an elder of the family, I feel it’s my duty to teach you that you must take responsibility for your own mistakes.”
As I looked at him, I finally understood why Reid’s face had seemed familiar to me earlier; he was Spencer’s son.
I reached into my pocket to grab my phone and call the police, but Spencer was faster.
He snatched it away before I could react.
“Sir, don’t bother. It’s useless,” he said in a flat tone.
I glared at him. “Spencer, aren’t you afraid my mother will find out what you’re doing?”