For a long time, he pulled himself out of his memories, his gaze coldly fixed on Nathan Land.
"Do you have anything else to say? If you do, say it quickly. I can't guarantee you'll live for many days."
Nathan Land's somewhat thin fingers gripped the bedsheet tightly. Yes, he was unwilling to accept it, he had been too confident. He never thought he would fall into Asher Land's hands.
His whole life had been a case of overconfidence.
"Are you regretting or repenting?" Asher Land let out a sneer, "Letting you die like this is already my greatest concession."
"The only mistake I made in this life was bringing you, a son with no blood relation to me, back to Europe. So, what do you make of this?" Nathan Land's voice was somewhat weak, barely audible.
No blood relation?
"You're talking nonsense!" Asher Land didn't know why he was so agitated. If he wasn't Nathan Land's son, shouldn't he be relieved?
