Chapter 64: A Father's Chaos
Henry's fingers gripped the arms tightly as if the force could somehow drain the anger building inside him.
The cigar in his hand had burned out, leaving a thin column of ash dangling precariously.
He slammed it into the ashtray, the force sent embers scattering.
"Damn it," he muttered under his breath, his seemed to be voice low and rough.
The study felt suffocating.
Papers covered in charts and financial projections lay scattered across his desk, mocking him with their grim numbers.
His stocks were falling, his empire was shaking, and his so-called family was tearing itself apart.
"Where did it all go wrong?" he said aloud in a bitter tone.
Liam…
He thought about Liam, his youngest.
Handsome, charismatic—on the surface, the perfect son.
But scratch that surface, and you found arrogance, selfishness, and a complete lack of purpose.
