Yerick opened the door and walked in, putting the tray of food on the ground.

"Hungry? I prepared some food and water for you two."

Theodore looked coldly at him. "Thank you. That's quite nice of you."

Yerick chuckled. "Don't mention it. Butchers are very nice to their pigs, too. They feed their pigs till they're nice and fat before slaughtering them."

"Yerry..." Wesley looked sadly at him. "I'm to blame for everything. Just come at me if you bear any grudge over what happened. Spare Theo, won't you? This has nothing to do with him."

I call you?" Yerick sat cross-legged on the ground. "Nothing seems quite right, and I can't bring myself to call you Dad. You're

to call me Dad. Yerry, I just want to tell you that even if I die

cut him off. "Don't bother trying to sound

the wrong, he could only remain silent. Guilt was

"Do you feel disgusted being his son? He

at

him? I'm a damn bastard myself. But Verick, who's considered a damn bastard to you? A philandering man or a murderer who commits arson and implicates the

bastard, you're still a good man? That although I'm not a bastard, I'm wicked through and through because I want to destroy

the price for my wrongdoing, but will you pay the price for

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