Asher’s POV
The anger burning inside me was like a wildfire, spreading through every vein and fiber of my being. My fists were clenched so tight that my knuckles turned white, and I barely registered the pain of my nails digging into my palms.
The moment we had rushed Axel to the hospital, barely conscious and coughing blood, I’d caught sight of our father’s face in the hallway. And his expression… it was empty, almost dismissive as if Axel’s condition was merely a mild inconvenience.
I couldn’t take it any longer.
After we had laid Axel in the hospital bed, with doctors bustling around him, trying their best but clearly uncertain of any solution, I’d gone straight to confront our father. This couldn’t go on, his cold indifference, the way he acted as if his own sons meant nothing to
