“Damn you!”
“You’re not my father!” Brandon yelled, his words full of venom. He lay on the floor, his face flushed with anger and humiliation. A severe cough hit him, making it hard for him to breathe, and the pain in his chest felt like it was tearing him apart as he clutched where Auden had kicked him.
Moments later, he wanted to scream again, to fight back, but it was too late. Auden didn’t wait another second. He stood above his son, not offering any comfort or even a glance of pity. Auden grabbed Brandon by the collar and lifted him up, dragging him out of the central area. He gave a silent signal to the bodyguards, and within five seconds, Brandon was being pulled away.
The guests fell silent, no one daring to speak, even though whispers filled the air. Nobody understood why Auden
