"Why should I go? Whether he lives or dies has nothing to do with me." James replied coldly.
After all, that man wasn't his biological son.
He had nothing to do with him whatsoever.
Henry frowned, giving James a displeased look as he sat down to eat breakfast. "Dad, why bother? I don't even care about his room. Besides, you're still father and son. You're acting like enemies."
"He's not my son! He's not my biological son!" James slammed his utensils down coldly. Grace's eyes widened in shock.
"Honey, what are you saying? Eric... he's not your biological son?" Grace asked, astonished.
James sighed softly, briefly recounting the car accident Eric had when he was ten years old. It had always been his secret. But at this point, James figured there was no need to hide it anymore. Especially since the newspapers were already describing Eric's injuries as so severe that he likely wouldn't survive.
