Asher’s POV

The anger burning inside me was like a wildfire, spreading through every vein and fiber of my being. My fists were clenched so tight that my knuckles turned white, and I barely registered the pain of my nails digging into my palms.

The moment we had rushed Axel to the hospital, barely conscious and coughing blood, I’d caught sight of our father’s face in the hallway. And his expression… it was empty, almost dismissive, as if Axel’s condition was merely a mild ...