"Dad?" Ashton whispered.
Brandon walked inside the hall, his expression stoic.
"You were really important to me, Ashton. I always loved you, took care of your mother, and abandoned my first family because of you guys, and what did you give me in return? Did you think I wouldn't know you were planning on killing Daniel and me to take over the Macros' group, all for this girl?!" Brandon raised his voice.
Ashton shook his head.
"It's not true, Dad. Who has been feeding you these lies? I can assure you—" Ashton started to explain, but Brandon slapped the man, making him fall to the side.
Ashton stayed in his position for some time, tasting the metallic liquid in his mouth. He closed his eyes for a brief second to control his emotions, to suppress the humiliation he felt and looked up at his dad.
