"Ah—"
Aidan let out a wretched scream, feeling as if a giant boulder was crushing his chest, the pain nearly causing him to faint.
He glared at Mason, eyes full of hatred, wishing he could turn into a wolf that instant and pounce, biting down hard, his gaze brimming with venom.
"What the hell are you? Who the hell do you think you are to insult my father?"
Mason spoke coldly.
Watching that hateful, venomous glare, the cruelty on his lips only deepened, and he pressed his foot down harder.
"Ah—"
Aidan felt even more searing pain in his chest, almost unbearable, as if his heart would be stomped to pieces; he let out another anguished scream, face drained white, whole body quivering.
"What… what are you trying to do?"
Aidan, pinned under Mason's boot, felt waves of agony from his chest—he could tell his ribs had been broken, heart about to burst at any second.
He was terrified now, all his earlier bravado and smugness gone, left only with fear and regret.
