Steven’s bitter laugh echoed in the room and the man standing in front of him winced in discomfort.

“I never wish pain for you, Steven. I was angry with you, but that didn’t mean that I would want to destroy your happiness… No… Never…”

“So, then why was my happiness taken away from me, Dad, why…” Steven asked, disheartened, and then unexpectedly started crying out while hugging the painting in his arms.

“Steven…” The Old Master rushed to him to console him but he looked inconsolable.

“I am still hoping that it is a dream, tell me, dad, it’s a dream… I want to wake up, wake me up… Wake...