Chapters 113.

Alexander stared intently at his father, as if the whole world was crumbling before him. "You think I'm not capable, Dad? You think I'm not worthy?" his voice echoed, hoarse and filled with years of pent-up anger.

Salvour Marcos smiled. "I don't want to say much more. My decision is final. I have my own judgment, Alex."

"I don't accept your decision, Dad! Is it because I'm just an adopted son and you treat me like this, huh?" asked Alex with a darkened face.

Salvour Marcos turned to Robert. "I'm done with dinner. I'm going to rest." He felt no need to answer Alex's question.

"Yes, Grandmaster," Robert said and helped Salvour up and into the wheelchair and pushed him.

Alexander was furious. His wife's cold hands in his, felt like chains holding him back from a bigger explosion.

Salvour, who had moved away from the dining table, could only let out a long sigh. His calmness was like a rock in the middle of a raging ocean.

The old man said to himself, 'It's not about your worth, Alexand
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