Mason felt agitated by his father's question. He didn't know that the scars and marks on his skin were quite obvious to be seen by his father. He rolled down his sleeves and acted all cool as if he had zero idea of what his father was talking about. "Dad, what scars are you talking about? As far as I'm concerned I can't find any scars on my body?" He lied to his face without a fuss or any sense of remorse. "Mason, let's not do this back and forth thing right now. I'm your father and you can feel safe opening up to me, who knows whether I might be of help to you."Mason tightened his hands on the chair, "Father,let's not even go there at all. When I needed you the most you didn't show up and now you are here acting and telling me to be safe with you." He burst out a sinister laugh one that could predict a sense of mockery. "Mason! When exactly haven't I been of help to you? When I found out that you are the heir of my dynasty I made sure that I bless you with everything that will ma
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