In the past, Ethan Herd endured Ghiovani Herd, because no matter how much he rejected or didn't want to acknowledge it, this man was his biological father, something he couldn't avoid.
But now, Ethan really wished that, like others, his father had died when he was young.
Unfortunately…this was only a wishful thinking.
Ethan didn't want to do anything now; he just wanted to stand in front of Mrs. Herd and protect her.
To protect this woman, who had guarded him for so many years with her slender shoulders.
Before Ethan's fist could reach out, his arm was held back by a gentle force.
"Son, go on, I have things pent up for decades that I need to say to him."
Ethan, astonished, turned to look at Mrs. Herd. Her eyes were calm and resolute, her skin pale, without makeup, she looked a little haggard, less the noble lady, yet her delicate and soft facial features still proclaimed her enduring charm.
