Chapter 163 A Dying Son

• JORDAN
• I froze at the familiar tone. The beautiful atmosphere and the fresh air surrounding us suddenly disappeared. With his very presence, my happiness was sucked away and the suffocation that came with it almost seemed like it was about to take my life as well. With a hard gulp, I looked away from the dish in front of me and turned in the direction of the voice. My heart could only pray and wish that I was hearing the wrong thing, but when my eyes actually fell on him, I realized that he was truly there. With the pomposity, confidence, and aura of a man in power and of a Chase himself. I must confess that he looked dashing for his age, even in a black suit. My heart skipped a beat and a terrible feeling settled in the pit of my stomach. Something hard plunged right into my chest, hurting me so badly and suffocating me that my throat went dry almost instantly.
• I gulped hard and moved my eyes away from him. I would prefer to gouge my eyes out than look at him any longer. My eyes met those of my mother, who was staring at me with concern and worry. Memories of how bruised she was the last time she had been with him resurfaced in my thoughts, and something fiercer rose inside of me. It had always been so easy to hate him; I could just count his atrocities within a second and it was simply enough. I tightened my hands into fists, hating the worry in her eyes. I would be damned if I allowed her to go back to him. All for the name, the image, and me, my mother had stayed in this marriage that had nothing but pain and anguish. However, I was older now and my hate for that man was only increasing by the day. If he sneezed the wrong way, I would not hesitate to teach him a lesson. I would be so happy to let him know that I was not just the son of the former head of state. I would teach him a lesson that he would never recover from and throw his body back to whatever part of hell he came from. I had not done anything to him because he had not crossed me so boldly before and because my mother was in his hands. All this time, I had to be careful and mind my own business while keeping my distance and showing respect. But he had to just go and lay his hands on her. Maybe it was time for me to pour out all the hatred I felt within.