Being the Chief Justice’s child also included you sort of acting like him, you were seen to be just as stoic and calm as him, being raised mostly around him and all.

Wriothesley always tried poking you and getting under your skin to see if it was all facade, and you simply just wanted to be like your dad.

“So who’s your idol, huh? Let me guess…” Wriothesley began with a small smirk when you sent him a deadpan stare, looking your figure up and down.

“Is it your old man by any chance?”