This time, Cassius didn't back down.
Instead, he opened his hand and said, "Joseph, the only reason you're still here is because of your last name! I will never forget how my mother died, every scar on my body, and every wound in my heart!"
If it weren't for the man standing before him, his own father, he would have probably turned into a lifeless corpse by now.
Mentioning his late wife made Joseph's expression falter, losing his bravado. "I'm sorry for what happened to you and your mother. Do you really think your grandfather cares about you? He kept you close because he saw potential in you. He doesn't even care about me, his own son. Do you honestly believe he could love you, his grandson?"
Joseph knew all too well that his father had never shown him any affection. From a young age, the old man had treated him harshly and with disdain. He had never experienced the warmth of a father-son bond.
"What do you mean by that?" Cassius asked angrily.
