Chapter 115 Father And Son

• Damian was sitting in the grand sitting room when he heard the sound of car tires crunching on the gravel outside. He didn’t move, his body tense as he waited. The door opened moments later, and his father stepped inside, his shoes echoing against the marble floor.
• “Damian,” his father greeted, his tone calm but carrying an edge. “We need to talk.”
• Damian’s jaw clenched, his hands gripping the arms of the chair tightly. “Talk?” he repeated coldly. “That’s funny coming from you. After everything you’ve done, now you want to talk?”