A Graduation Gift

Horace's heart sank, feeling the weight of his cold glare. Rufus's words hit home. Still, he was determined not to give in just yet.

"Your mother didn't tell me she was pregnant. If I had known, there was no way I would have abandoned her!"

he answered to his defense. He looked back at Rufus, outraged for receiving a groundless accusation.

"You're not fooling anyone. Had she told you, I would have already been dead!"

Rufus sneered with disdain. How he wished he could kill the man in front of him right now. Remembering what Michelle had told him, he was filled with so much hatred. It made him so hungry for revenge.

"Don't talk nonsense! You are my son, and I wouldn't let you die!"

Horace's face darkened. Rufus's words felt like daggers to his chest. He did not know where they all came from.

"Really? Why don't you go home and ask your wife? My mother was pregnant so she went to the Tang family residence to tell you. But your wife, Jill, stopped her. She did not allow her to enter the premises and drove her away, even sending some men to tail after her. My mother ran for her life. She almost got a miscarriage! She then realized that telling you about my existence was impossible. Later, as if her misfortunes were not enough, her family disowned her so she was forced to fend for herself. That was when she gave birth to me. She raised me on her own and never contacted you because you disappointed her. At that time, Jill was your priority. You let her move in with you in the Tang family home, while you left nothing for my mother, even when she was pregnant. Moreover, you had her kicked out by my grandfather. She lived a hard life all because of you!"

Rufus clenched his fists, trying hard to resist his urge to hit him.

Horace, on the other hand, grew even more serious.

"Jill never told me about this. I didn't even know that this happened. If I had known that I had a son, I would have never let your mother suffer so much,"

Horace replied. Pity showed in his eyes as he wondered about the kind of life she lived. It must have been difficult. She did not deserve that. She was such a tender woman. He had been living in his mansion oblivious to all that happened, until now.

"Stop pretending to be sorry, Horace! You two have shared the same bed for so many years. How is it possible that you don't know what kind of person she is? You didn't want to face my mother. That was why you sent Jill to fend her off, instead. Am I right?"

Rufus shot, addressing him by name. His message was clear. Horace was not his father and he was tired of pretending otherwise.

"How dare you talk to me like that! I am your father no matter what happens!"

Horace boomed sternly. Now, he realized how futile his efforts were. Rufus would never yield to him and he would never go back and help the Tang Group to pull through.

Now, he also understood why Rufus and Jill never got along, and why Rufus resigned and left the company so easily. He didn't care about Tang Group at all.

will just walk away?

his eyes at Rufus as he held his crutch tightly.

Group with my own hands. As I grew older, though, I realized that seeing it ruined by someone else was a better idea. It is not worth my time and energy. I want to see you suffer. I want you to regret what you did to me and my mother. I want you to be helpless knowing that the child you wanted to kill is now the only one who can save you and your family. I

face. He was elated. He fantasized about this moment all his life. Getting the

forgive him if he felt it was sincere enough. For the longest time, he believed that Rufus was dedicated to the Tang Group and was determined to see it through

was very wrong. Rufus had been tending to his hatred his whole life and devoted it all to seek

a loss for words. Color had left his face. Then, his lips started to move a bit

deserve

as fast as he could. His weak, aged body, however,

a black hole right in front of him and he walked towards it eagerly. The moment he managed to walk past the courtyard's gate, he fainted

and rushed towards Horace. Fear filled him, he cradled the old man's head in his arms

the driver had never experienced before. He was

spotted the familiar figure lying on the ground. Walking closer to investigate, she

Through its opening, she saw him. Rufus was at the doorway, looking at Horace on the ground with cold, indifferent eyes.

rushed towards Horace without thinking twice. Upon looking at him, she knew that something was very, very wrong,

the dying man as if he were in another world. He watched his own flesh and blood, the man who gave him life, struggle at the brink

supposed to be happy. But why was he not feeling anything?

imagined this moment all his life. In his head, finally telling Horace that all his life he had prepared for the moment when he could go back

finally did

them of the accident. She had to make sure Horace would be attended to. Soon, things started to calm down and she found herself standing alone at the place where Horace, just a few moments ago, lay almost dying. She looked at Rufus from

mouthed something as she stared

from the other side, saw her

"That

he didn't. His face remained blank. Cassandra turned around and entered the next house without even looking back at him.

probably thought he was a monster. When the man who gave him life struggled to live right outside his gates, he did

face. It wasn't a victor's smile. It

cold-blooded just like a snake. I've been crawling under the ground all these years to prepare for this moment.

strong and independent woman. She

was a little boy, Rufus and his mother passed by a store that sold musical instruments. Inside, a beautiful

was trying out the piano. Rufus got very curious. Drawn in by the sound, he reached over to touch