Richard's hands began to shake violently, not from fear, but from a tidal wave of surging fury. He crushed the edges of the paper until they were mangled beneath his grip. The thought that his own flesh and blood, the son he had raised to be his successor, was the one who had set the trap to throw him in prison was unbearable.
"That little bastard," Richard growled low, his voice hoarse and vibrating like a wounded predator. He turned toward Justin with eyes flashing sharp, saturated with a profound hatred. "He's actually working with the prosecutor to destroy me!"
Richard slammed his fist onto the iron interrogation table with full force. The loud metallic boom echoed through the room, sending the stack of papers flying across the dingy floor. He ignored the stinging pain spreading through his reddened knuckles; his focus was entirely fixed on Leo's betrayal, which he considered the ultimate insult of his life.
