The words which Asher was throwing at Gregory infuriated him and he was gradually losing his calm. At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to teach him a lesson for daring to open his mouth to say the things he said.
To make matters worse, the rat was smiling while spewing nonsense, and his foolish son was looking all excited as if he was getting the best entertainment of his life.
"Now I wish I knew who that useless father of yours was, I would have tortured him slowly until he begs for death," Gregory said, his teeth grinding and his grip around the iron bars tightening.
"Oh, you already did that, uncle. You tortured him for four years, in that same cell where you are standing, before he finally succumbed to the call of death." Asher responded, moving to sit on the empty side of the table.
