“Leave?” Richard’s brows lifted, a subtle, piercing pain slowly cutting through his heart. His gaze slowly shifted to Lydia and Lady Wilson, who then turned their backs to him and shifted slightly in their resting positions.His gaze fell on Sir Wilson again. “You… want me to leave?The man looked Richard in the eye, his expression serious. “Yes. Leave my house. My family and I do not want to have anything to do with you anymore. This time, I really mean it.”Richard let out a silent sigh. “Why?”How could Sir Wilson look Richard in the eye and hurt him like this? Someone who saved their lives? Someone who fought so hard to avenge them... twice?How could they?“Why?” Was all Richard could say. He repeated the word after a brief silence from Sir Wilson. “We don’t want to have anything to do with you, is that so hard to comprehend? You’re a monster, Richard! We are terrified of you, don’t you get it?”Sean realized things were getting heated, he signaled to his nurses and they all le

She leaned back into her seat, tilting her head as if examining a piece of furniture she needed to discard. “Except obviously, I need your medical skills.”“Whenever I do, I’ll come find you. And when I do, you’ll drop whatever you’re doing and do exactly as I say. I have the power to do that anyways.”Richard’s eyes narrowed and he laughed. It was such a pity and at the same time laughable that Delilah didn’t know who he truly was.She’ll be beyond awestruck the moment she realizes the extent of his power and dominance. Richard thought to himself, his expression cold. If not anyone, he promised to make her understand he was no pushover.“You know, for someone so talented, you’re really nothing more than a tool to me,” she continued. “A useless one, for sure, but nothing more. Marry you? Over my dead body.”Just then, the door suddenly swung open, and Helen strode in. In her hands was a neatly stacked report. She then placed it on the table.“My Goddess,” she bowed, her expression te

Richard stepped out of the Morrigan villa. Everywhere was quiet, as always. The villa was built in a secluded neighborhood with few residents, so the silence was not surprising.Richard needed to walk out of the neighborhood to get a cab as cabs were also not frequent within the neighborhood. As he walked, he couldn’t help but think about how things went down with the Wilsons. But even if he was hurt, he understood them. “It’s true. They were right,” he muttered under his breath. “I only brought them pain and drama since I returned.” He sighed. He knew this time, Sir Wilson meant his words and was done with him. It was sad to lose his dear uncle, the only one who he had as an actual father figure in his life. But he’d be fine still. Despite it all, he decided that he would still keep an eye on them from a distance and make sure they were always safe. As Richard continued walking, a subtle prick ran down his spine again. He could feel someone following him. It could be just ano

Laughter erupted from the women sitting nearby. “Did he just say whip?” one snickered. “Wow, at this big age, his father still whips him?”“No wonder he turned out the way he did.”Dre’s face burned in humiliation as he heard the murmurs and chuckles around him. He clenched his fists but, under his father’s murderous glare, he gritted his teeth and reluctantly turned to Richard. He knew what his father was capable of. “I’m… sorry,” he muttered through clenched teeth.Felix slapped the back of his head. “Louder!… and kneel!”Dre’s eyes snapped to his father. “Kneel?” His father glared at him. Dre seethed but swallowed his pride and fell to his knees. “I’m sorry, sir,” he repeated, clearer this time.Felix bowed to Richard once again. “Please forgive my son and I, Sir Valkar. I’ll appreciate your mercy,” he said, his voice still trembling.Richard simply stared at them with a cold, unreadable expression before reaching for his glass and taking a slow sip of his wine, as if none of

Meanwhile, Richard was in his home still busy taking care of the herbs he had gotten so it wouldn’t wither.He was crouched down, running his fingers over the dark earth, and checking its texture before using a small wooden ladle to add just enough water to each. He also went ahead to trim away wilted leaves, he reached for a small pouch of crushed minerals and sprinkled a light dusting over the soil, enhancing its richness.When he was satisfied, he gently repositioned the boxes, making sure they received the right amount of sunlight filtering through the windows. Just then, his phone began to ring. It was Sir Vester. “Hey son!”“Good day, Sir. How are you today?”“I’m good! Trust you are good too,” Sir Vester replied. “I called to invite you to our annual family hunting.”Richard’s brows stretched slightly. “I’d love for you to be there. We leave next week. It’s one of the family’s tradition… don’t worry, I’ll have Janae send you the details. Alright son, bye bye.” Without waiti