I got into my father's study room and there he was seated like a real gentleman, just like an honourable man, but with a dark heart, so dark that no light could outshine it.

"Is this how far you would go?" I asked immediately if he looked up at me. "Is this how far you would go in your ambition to acquire wealth? Going as far as killing your son just to get what you want."

"What are you talking about?" He closed the document in his front and leaned back to his chair.

"You know what I am fucking talking about!" I barked as I looked at the emotionless...