Evander's POV
"Dad! You never talked about your family before, but I never thought you could be so cruel to your own son, especially when you have given us so much warmth and love!" The young boy stepped forward, his voice shaking with anger as he spoke in my defense.
I froze. I didn't expect him to stand up for me, especially not so boldly. It was shocking, to say the least, and for a moment, I couldn't decide how to react.
"It's a matter between adults! Kids should stay out of it!" My father barked, his tone sharp as he tried to shut his son down.
A bitter laugh escaped my lips before I could stop it. "Kids, huh? That's rich coming from you," I said, my voice laced with sarcasm. "He is over eighteen and still gets the privilege of being called a kid while I... I was never a kid in your eyes. I was treated worse than the servants in our mansion, barely even humans in your world. But why should that matter now? It's not like you ever cared!"
