“Haha, Henry, having you as my only son should have been enough. Who even wanted him to be born? If not for him, I wouldn't be confined to this wheelchair. And your father would still be alive. He's not my son; he's a demon brought to this earth. I wish he'd never been born.”

Henry's eyes turned bloodshot, the pressure in his grip nearly fracturing the phone.

He glared at the woman across from him, his chest boiling with a surge of intense hatred.

After a long, heavy ...