Nathan raised up his hands with an innocent look on his face. "Why should we risk dealing with those peasants when we can simply get rid of our sad past? What's more, I simply played along. The Milton family intended to make us their scapegoats. Luckily, I discovered their plot and managed to escape. They wanted me dead. Hendrix is my son. He'd naturally want to avenge me. Nothing wrong with that, right?"
Anger erupted in my heart. I retorted loudly, "The problem is that you're standing here, alive! You even want Hendrix dead! You wanted to kill him and have destroyed his life. What right do you have to call him your son?"
"You're not qualified to be a father. You are not even qualified to be called a human being!"
Nathan wasn't angry. Instead, a faint smile appeared on his face. "You say that I don't deserve that. What about you? You think you're any better than me? Are you in a better position to stand up for Hendrix than I am?"
"At least I don't treat him as a tool. Unlike you who'd abandon him the moment he's no longer useful to you." Hendrix was feeling very down, so I didn't dare show any form of weakness in front of
Nathan. I resisted the urge to cut him into pieces on the spot.
I wonder how fierce I looked right now. If only I had a mirror.
But I knew to protect the man I loved, none of those things mattered.
However Nathan's smile deepened and he sneered harshly.
Everything I said came from the bottom of my heart, but I still trembled at his reaction. I asked, seriously, "What are you laughing at?"
Nathan looked up at me, his expression looked more restrained now. His inscrutable eyes gave me goosebumps. "Women are so naive. You're selfless and don't take advantage of people. Do you think we're just like you? Let me tell you how Hendrix's hereditary blindness has been controlled up till now..."
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