Inside the study, Mr. Cromwell remained seated, listening to the voice message from Amelia.
She was telling him not to get angry.
He didn’t even bother opening the door.
Instead, he raised his voice:
“If you don’t make me angry, I’ll be fine! Let me warn you—if you still want to call yourself Mr. Cromwell, then get lost!”
Zane stepped forward anxiously. “Dad, I’m just worried about your health!”
“Worry about your brain first.” Mr. Cromwell slammed his dragon-headed cane on the floor, lowering his voice. “Get out.”
Zane clenched his fists.
He didn’t understand why his father had never valued him.
In the old man’s eyes, he was always a failure.
Zane turned slightly. “Fine, I’ll leave. But at least leave a doctor with you.”
Mr. Cromwell ignored him.
Zane left, humiliated.
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