Toppling the World with His Empire

Chapter 63:

Joseph sat in front of the window, looking out at the sky changing in the dawn light. The first rays of the new day's sunlight crept through the door, illuminating the quiet room. In his hand, an old photo has faded with time. The image of his mother when she was young, her face was kind and gentle, smiling slightly when she was with him.

Joseph caressed the photo, his fingers gently touching her face. He whispered like a monologue to himself, his voice quiet. "Mom, I miss you. When you passed away, you told me not to avenge you, and not to confront dad. I used to listen to you, but it seems like the trees want to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop."

He remembers the lonely days after his mother passed away, recalling her last words of advice. His mother had always wanted him to live a peaceful life, away from conflicts and suffering. But Mr. William, the father he always tried to respect, never wanted to pass on the inheritance to him or even nurture him or want him to be better. If