Knoxville sat in the VIP room, his eyes fixed on his father, who lay motionless in the hospital bed. The soft beeping of the life support machines and the gentle hiss of oxygen filled the air, a stark contrast to the turmoil of emotions that churned within Knoxville's chest.
As he gazed at his father, a mix of anger, sadness, and regret swirled within him. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions, before speaking in a voice that trembled with emotion. "Why haven't you told me all this while?" he asked, his words laced with a deep sense of hurt and betrayal.
Knoxville's eyes searched his father's face, seeking answers to the questions that had haunted him for so long. "Why did you make me hate you so much?" he continued, his voice cracking with emotion. "You made my mot
