Chapter 105. The Story

Radmond couldn’t hold back his tears. He remembered the harsh life under his father’s demanding expectations. His father had always pushed him to excel in business, politics, etiquette, and the military, molding him into a perfect leader. But Radmond’s true passion was art, something his father never appreciated. This neglect fueled Radmond’s hatred for his father, a resentment that persisted even now.

Taking a deep breath, Radmond spoke, “I don’t know, Uncle. I just couldn’t handle it alone. These past years have been so heavy. And when I had a son, he turned out just like me.”

Vladimir smiled faintly, “Do you hate your father?”

Radmond paused, “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t.”

Vladimir sighed, “Let me tell you a story. A few years before your father passed away, on my birthday, he bragged that he had a gift for me that money couldn’t buy. Naturally, I was curious. I wondered what he could possibly give me that was so invaluable.

“As the guests left,