I feel rather reluctant to admit it because it makes it look like I care, yet the gestures I subconsciously made just stated that apparently I have not yet gotten over it, neither mentally nor emotionally.
It is in fact not a condition well enough that I am in for me to be here, especially in that room Cole is now walking me to. However… "Here we are."
In resentment I stand before the conference room——So the first place they want me to be in after all these years, is the last place they wanted me to be before I left the mansion… How ironic. I was there because they insisted on the legitimised severance agreement that takes effect only when the common objective agreed and signed by all family members——
'It is fortunate your mother was taken young, she does not deserve to see her life being desecrated by a shameless progeny. You are worthless as a descendent. The family will only ameliorate with your heirship obliterated'.
