Arthur's POV
The blood drained from not just Dad's face, but Mum's as well. I've always taken all my father threw at me, for one reason and one reason only: my passion.
He had hands in every aspect that could pull me down in an instant. My father went so far to ensure his hands were in top places, solely for this purpose. It was funny considering he wasn't ready to do all that to get me the career I wanted, but he was more than ready to pull me down.
My grandfather used so much effort to guide me, help me get to the top. With him, I was the livest, contented, but then he died from a heart disease that had lingered.
His death broke me, but I knew I could not give up. He not only brought me up when my parents were too busy to take care of the child they brought to this world, but he bro
