He might be born with a silver spoon in his mouth, but he never thought much of the wealth or the prestige attached to his name.
He was content with a simple life, doing what he wanted. He was ready to leave it all behind in the name of love, finding the person who completed him.
"Hi, Mom." Dale greeted the person who brought him to this world and gave him life. But that was the extent of her role in this world.
She had never been the typical nurturing mother who would care for her sons. On the contrary, she was only there for the title, nothing more.
Therefore, could you blame him or his brother if they had a crappy childhood? They were the product of two people who just wanted a child because society expected them to produce an heir.
"Why the long face?" Her mother slightly frowned, but not enough to wrinkle her face. "Aren't you happy to see your mother?" Of course, that was just a line. It did not mean anything to her.
