Linford almost lost his balance. He wanted to kick Cody instantly.

This is your son, Linford. You can’t kick him out, even if he’s a brutal oppressor. Small whispers flooding in his mind.

Linford took a deep breath. “Let’s go downstairs for dinner. Everyone is waiting for us in the dining room.

Linford ended up yielding.

Cody didn’t move, looking up, “Did that Miles go to see you today?”

Linford didn’t want to hide anything from his son, “Yes.”

“What did he tell you?” Cody asked again.

Linford cast a look at the boy, deciding that he wouldn’t hide anything from this boy anymore.

He closed the door and looked...