Chapter 1917 Permanent Blindness

• Every sound he could make was instantly trapped in his throat, causing him such discomfort. It took him a while before he managed to say, “Lucas... you're sick. You can't go back. Besides, it's been many years since we, father and son, have reunited. Now, I'm just a lone man, hoping that we, as father and son, can live happily together. Isn't it good that it's just us, with no one else?”
• When he spoke, his usually domineering eyes, softened with a hint of paternal affection, gazed at Lucas, as he attempted to move him with his words.
• However, there was a palpable silence in the air, a heavy sense of melancholy hanging over the atmosphere.