"Father, you're alive?" Greene asked, his jaw dropping. He looked as if he had just seen a ghost. "When did you—""I got discharged this evening," Marcus Graham replied as he walked to the dining table and sat on it. "Dr. Mark said I was free to go home.""But I don't understand," Boris said. "Dr. Mark mentioned you only have a few weeks left to live.""He wasn't wrong, but I made a miraculous recovery and here I am," Marcus retorted. The Graham family exchanged glances at each other, realising what Marcus return meant. Their reign of control over Graham incorporated has shifted. Marcus leaned back in his chair, his gaze sweeping across the table. Finally, he spoke, breaking the silence in the room. "Greene," Marcus locked eyes with his eldest son. "You're my firstborn. You were supposed to set an example. Yet, you sat at the head of this table and mocked the man who gave you everything."Greene’s face turned pale, but he managed to keep his face expressionless. "Boris," Marcus