Isaac collapsed onto the floor, trembling violently.
Hermes had been his greatest pillar of support.
And now—
"Orion Point, come have some tea.” Ethan said, pouring a cup of tea and setting it down.
Isaac had no choice. Staggering forward, he didn’t even dare sit in a chair. He knelt on the ground: “Ethan—I will call you Father if you wish. Please, spare me."
Holy s**t.
Everyone in the room felt like their eyes had just been burned out.
This man—he was once the Crimson King! The mighty, untouchable ruler!
They had once revered Isaac as a god.
But in front of Ethan, he was now reduced to this?
What was happening?
"I don’t need that many sons.” Ethan replied.
His words sent a chill down everyone’s spine.
Was there anyone else in the world who could humiliate someone like this?
