Caden Lockwood took a deep breath and finally shifted his gaze from the jade cup to James Lockwood.
"I'll make my own choices," Caden said calmly, "No need for the chairman to worry."
Saying this, he stood up to leave.
Regarding Caden's cold and distant attitude, James furrowed his brows and then softly asked, "Does your headache still occur?"
Caden paused in his steps, finding his father's sudden concern both novel and amusing.
The reason for his headaches, did his father intend to continue pretending to be oblivious?
This place, supposedly a home, how different is it from a purgatory?
"Sorry to disappoint the chairman, my headache is not fatal." Caden coolly uttered a few words and continued walking.
Watching Caden's back, James clenched his fists, his face turning livid.
With great difficulty, he swallowed the breath that was caught in his chest, turning back to look at the table where three teacups lay shattered.
