The Formidable Heir

TEARS

Mason's face turns gloomy as the little color on his face fades, almost turning as brown as brownies. "Ah, I thought we were already over that," he indignantly sucks his teeth, pats his head, and sighs exasperatedly.

He'd waited more than nineteen years to get this golden once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to become the Patriarch and now that he finally did, he hasn't even held and enjoyed the position for up to twenty hours and he is already being asked to renounce it.

He feels so disgruntled and pained. And this is not only because he would be giving up a lifetime dream, but also because once he does, he doubts he would remain the same person in the eyes of his family members.

He sure has ruined his reputation in the family by doing what he did and now, once he loses his position, no one would look at him with respect as they did before anymore. He will precisely become the laughingstock of the family and one any Tom, Dick, or Harry can jeer at.

"Why did you have to rise back to life