Recalling the time when, at ten years old, he waited in the hospital for his father to show up and comfort him, promising that the incident would never happen again—but his father never came—the more Vandy thought about it, the colder his heart grew.
The man at the forefront of the seven middle-aged men clenched his jaw and insisted irritably, "No matter what you say, I am still your father. My blood runs through your veins; you have no right to disown me."
Vandy scoffed with disdain and retorted, "Stanley Singers, everything changed on my eleventh birthday."
The moment his father heard him being called by his name, his face changed drastically. His chest tightened with fury and discomfort, but before he could react, Vandy had already turned away and strode towards the waiting convoy of
