Wobbling on his aching legs, Adrian swiped at the blood covering his mouth and eyes as a bitter humour spread through him.
Of course.
His bloodshot eyes pierced his father’s as he gritted out through b****y teeth, “Did it ever occur to you that I am wronged? Why would I do such a thing?”
For a moment, Adrian’s resolute stare, despite his obviously suffering body, almost stirred something in Richard, but then he remembered he could not take any risk.
The boy had been acting out of line lately. Who knew what he had been doing behind his back?
“I asked you a question,” he said tersely.
Adrian nodded to himself as acceptance weighed on his limbs like a crush.
This was exactly why the likes of Mark could treat him how they wanted.
Because everyone knew that Adrian was worth less than a
