"He's an ass is what he is." Chase said matter of factly. They didn't have a good relationship in either world and he wasn't in the mood to pretend they did. "He's probably stressed out over one of his inventions that he pours money and time into." Rather than getting a better job. Or being there for his family his father would go work on inventions in his 'lab'. Inventions that were never finished and never went anywhere.
He tapped the letter on his leg, sighing and then sliding it into his pocket. He'd deal with it later. "Do you think I should read it? As my lawyer."