JOHN’S POV.

I sat in the living room, drinking a cup of iced tea, which I had ordered. My crossed legs were stiff, and my anger kept soaring each time I thought of my father’s declaration.

He had made known his intentions to disown me. Although he was yet to make a formal declaration, I could tell he was going to. How could he say such? Was I an object that made throwing me away so easy?

Die he even love me? He probably just wanted to give everything to his little brother like his other ...