Chapter 125:
Robert's Point of View
I sat before my father, and the charged silence between us weighed down the air in the room; nothing binds me to this man except that cursed blood running in our veins.
I listened to his advice, which carried no meaning for me, then I asked him in a dry tone while interlocking my fingers over the table: "Did you come here to talk about my personal assistant?"
My father fixed his gaze into my eyes and said sternly: "I am only advising you... this girl, Robert, will make you weak."
My jaw muscles tensed, and I let out a short, mocking laugh that didn't reach my eyes: "I am thirty years old... haven't you seen that I am too old for your advice?"
He replied with a coldness that provoked my stillness: "You are my son, and you will always remain small in my eyes."
