227. Is This A Prank ?

Chapter Two Hundred And Twenty Seven

Grandfather Clinton, a stern man of advanced years, sat in his favourite worn-out armchair, his eyes squinting with disapproval as he directed a barrage of insults and belittling remarks towards Elijah, his grandson. Elijah, a young man with a strong and stoic demeanor, stood a few feet away, silently absorbing the onslaught of harsh words.

"Useless!" Grandfather Clinton bellowed, his voice echoing through the dimly lit living room. "You're nothing but a poor excuse for a man, Elijah. Always have been, always will be."

Elijah's gaze remained fixed on the floor, his jaw clenched, but not a word escaped his lips. The insults had been a constant presence in his life, and he had learned to bear them with a silence that masked the turmoil within.

"You think you're good for something, boy?" Grandfather continued, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "I've seen worms with more worth than you."

Elijah's eyes remained downcast, his breath steady and co
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