Chapter: 2908

Her words were icy daggers, piercing Lyndon's heart.

He met her gaze, a desperate retort forming on his lips. “What nonsense! I would never harm him! I'm his father!"

It was a pathetic attempt at self-conviction, a denial as transparent as glass.

Lyndon's domineering personality demanded obedience. He was incapable of acknowledging his own faults.

Blinded by his patriarchal arrogance, he believed his intentions were noble, and that Roger owed him gratitude. He couldn't fathom how his suffocating control had driven Roger away.