"Me?" he said, pointing at himself.
Then a memory flashed, and he knew who the person in front of him was.
He was the one who managed the household, named Sebastian. From his memories, he remembered that he was very close with Sebastian when he was very young, but that mutual feeling was gone.
After all these years, their relationship had become bad.
"Yes Young Master, please hurry up and tidy yourself. The head of the house is urgently calling for you to meet him," he instructed before leaving the room.
Seeing this, Alexander tidied his clothes and hair wanting to know what his so-called father in this life was up to for calling him.
He had no memory of what this father looked like, so he was curious, since the memory is somewhat hazy.
As he stood up, he felt very heavy. Looking down at the problem, he was horrified.
"The fuck, why am I fat?" he said, touching his belly and making it tremble like jelly.
"That bastard is really useless, why did he do this to himself?" Alexander cursed, since in his past life, he hated being fat.
That's the reason why he always went to the gym since he liked to stay fit.
"I should focus on the problem first and find some way to deal with this," he said, slapping his belly.
As they walked down the hallway, there was a big door at the end of the corridor, which he remembered as his father's office.
Opening the door, Sebastian waited for him to come in and as he did, he closed the door and stayed outside, leaving the father and son alone in the room.
Alexander glanced around the place, seeing that everything was neat and pleasing to the eye. Then he spotted a man.
The man had short black hair and was seated in a chair with his back facing him. Then his ears, caught the voice of the slowly speaking.
"Are you going to confess your wrongs on your own, or will I make you do it?" he said, while slowly rotating the chair to face him.
Seeing his father, that had a thick beard that made his face look rough and powerful. A long scar crossed his cheek, and his sharp eyes looked down at him.
He wore a noble black coat decorated with detailed gold patterns along the edges. A dark blue cape rested over his shoulders held by golden chains, and his white cravat and formal clothes made him look like a high noble.
Even while sitting still with his hands calmly together, the man gave off a heavy and commanding presence.
It was the aura of someone who had ruled for many years and fought in many war.
"You deaf?" he shouted, smacking his hands on the table, his eyes were filled with wrath.
Even though the slap on the desk was so loud that, if you opened the door, it should have traveled all the way to the hallway.
Alexander just stared at his father. His heart, which had been stagnant for a long time, finally crumbled.
The man in front of him was his father. He looked exactly like him, the aura, the face, the same height, and even his temperament was the same.
The only difference was that he had a scar, but he was still the same. Alexander could not help but burst into tears as he sobbed.
"Father, you are alive," he said as he ran toward him with his arms open.
When he got close to the table a slap met him, sending him flying off the floor and rolling until his back hit the wall.
Even though he was fat, the heaviness did not help at all. With a loud thud, he felt his back ache in pain, and even his lips bled.
"After causing a big trouble, you are even cursing your father to die. Have you grown some balls, young man?" he said.
This time, he could not handle the anger in him. He stood up and was about to deliver some sweet combos from Mortal Kombat when the door was opened.
"You dare touch my son!!!"
When the door opened, a blonde woman came into view. She had long golden hair, bright blue eyes, and a beautiful but furious face.
She wore an elegant purple dress decorated with delicate patterns and shining jewelry. Even with her graceful appearance, the anger in her eyes made the whole room feel tense.
Seeing his wife, the very woman that he was afraid of crossing made him stop with a wronged expression.
"Honey why are you here?" he asked.
He clearly remembered that he had instructed Sebastian to take his wife away for a moment so he could teach him a lesson.
But now that she was here, it was going to be troublesome now that she found out.
"My lord, I'm sorry. Madam inexplicably came back the moment she heard the young master was brought to your residence," Sebastian said in a sorry tone.
Hearing this, his face turned livid with anger as he tried to figure out who had leaked the news that he was here to teach his son.
"My gosh Ragnar, look what you did to our little baby. You have hurt him so badly. How could you do this?" she roared loudly, making him step back in fear.
Even though he was known as the Troll of Versalious, he was still afraid of his wife. Alexandria, the name of his mother, slowly went towards him and cupped his face.
"My little baby must have suffered so much. Come and let's leave this room," she said with a warm smile.
Seeing the familiar smile from his mother, his heart broke into pieces as tears slowly swelled up again.
He looked at the woman who looked exactly like his mother, except for her hair, because his mother's hair was black in his previous life.
The love she had for him was truly genuine and biased. This was his mother, when he was bullied by his father, she was always there to shield him and even help him.
"Mo-," he said in a trembling voice.
"Yes my little baby, what is it?" she said in a worried tone, seeing that he was about to say something but was too afraid to do so.
"Mother, I miss you so much," Like a river breaking a dam, his tears burst out as he hugged his mother.
He held her in a tight embrace, savoring the warmth of his mother's love. This was the moment he had long wished for, the moment he wanted to happen, and finally it did.
It happened, after waiting for five years of suffering, he finally met his family.
If he had known that dying could give him a second chance, he would have ended his life long ago.
If he had done that then this chance would not have happened, since the old beggar was the one behind it, something he was not aware of.
Seeing her son like this, her face was filled with worry. She then looked at the culprit as if she wanted to devour him.
Ragnar seeing his wife's gaze, felt wronged. It was only a slap, and he had controlled his strength. The only thing he could do was curse his worthless son in his mind.
He was a great actor, an amazing one actually. This kind of scene was normal for him since Alexander had done this many times.
But this time, his acting seemed to have improved. There was no way you could cry this emotionally without any kind of experience.
"Let's leave, you are going to need some rest to calm your mind," she whispered to him while assisting him to stand up.
When she was slowly taking him outside the door, Ragnar stopped her.
"Honey, you can't. I'm still not done with the punishment," he said in a begging tone.
Seeing his father like this, he could not help but remember how his father was always so helpless when it came to his mother.
A warm smile began to form on his face, and this kind of smile did not escape Ragnar's notice. He gritted his teeth as he slapped the table again.
"Are you mocking your father, you troublesome child!!!" he roared loudly, wanting to hit him with pure strength, but with his mother present, he had nowhere to vent his anger.
Especially seeing her eyes that reminiscent of a dagger, he could only swallow a mouthful of saliva.
"Give me a reason why I can't even take my own son outside to rest, Ragnar?!" she shouted, her voice filled with questioning.
"Because, because, he did something wrong. I can't let it slide honey," he said with a resolute expression.
"Then tell me what it is exactly, Ragnar???"