Tristan Sterling spoke, his voice ice-cold.
Though he had long given up on his father, Zachary Sterling, he couldn't help the ache in his heart.
Zachary Sterling choked, his face turning ugly. "This... you..."
"He's been trying to kill me since he was seven, did you know that?" A cold sneer touched Tristan's lips as his gaze, sharp and severe, fell on Brandon Sterling.
A guilty conscience made Brandon Sterling avert his eyes, not daring to meet Tristan's gaze.
Zachary Sterling's heart had long since drifted to the Maridian. He denied it for his older son without a second thought. "Don't be ridiculous. Brandon would never—"
"You want me dead too."
Tristan cut in softly.
His face was impassive, but 'his heart was in pieces'.
"..." Zachary Sterling was speechless.
He had tacitly approved of his older son's actions.
So, his younger son wasn't wrong.
But every man for himself, and the devil take the hindmost.
