"Trion may be a shitty son, but I'm still his father. Before allowing him to stay, you should have asked my permission!" Raaz repeatedly poked at Lith's chest in fury, uncaring for the broken nail he got from it and the bleeding it caused.
Whoever the person in front of Lith was, he wasn't Raaz Verhen. Not anymore.
It was a wounded animal wearing his skin. A rabid beast that would bite anyone who came close to him, in the hope that spreading his disease would relieve his symptoms.
Seeing how low the man he loved and respected had fallen, made Lith's heart tighten. He felt terrible at the idea of having left his mother alone for so long, ignoring the problem while he spent his days happily with Kamila.
'Thank you. If not for you, I would have let this fester, believing that Dad just needed time to recover. Thank you for being here with me.' He said via a mind link while holding her hand and letting Raaz vent his anger.
