"Why him?" Kenneth tightened his clutch on his hair until he pulled out a few strands of his splendid blond hair. The discomfort that he was feeling in his heart kept on growing exponentially until it became too unbearable for him.
He covered his face with his palm and kept on muttering to himself, "That man did unthinkable things to my mother, didn't he? He put her through hell, didn't he?"
Kenneth was already well aware of how awful Reginald was. Reginald's infamous reputation crossed the continental boundaries after all.
And to think that somehow his mother fell into the hands of such a monster pained him to a great degree. To add to that, he couldn't wrap his head around the fact that he was the seed of that very monster. It added salt to his injury.
While Kenneth almost looked as though he was writhing in agony, Damien excused himself and stepped out to comfort his friend… or should we say his newly found half-brother?
