MY SON

Henry's face darkens. He is the young master of the Maguires, how can he get on his knees and apologize to Jordan?

Such an act would not only disappoint his family but also jeopardize his position as the heir apparent. His pride and ego would also be crushed and he might never be able to raise his head high again.

"You don't want to do it?"

"You're being unfairly unfair to me. When Isabella apologized to you, you didn't ask her to get on her knees. Why are you asking me to do that? What are you trying to achieve?"

"Achieve? Hmph!" Jordan snorts. "I choose how I want anyone to apologize to me. It's late, and I need to leave. Are you apologizing or not?"

"I can only apologize to you while standing; I'll never kneel to you," Henry grits his teeth.

"What if I insist?" A menacing aura suddenly bursts out of Jordan, and he grabs Henry's shoulder, applying force.

"Ah!" Henry cries out, his face distorting. "What are you doing?!" he barks.

"Kneel!" Jordan bellows, applying more force.

THUD!

J