"Wuuwuww… Father, you cannot do this to me…"
A sad and dramatic cry echoed through the corridor as Nera was dragged forward by Herion.
Nera struggled and tried to punch Herion, but her fists landed softly. It was more playful resistance than real anger. Her movements were clumsy on purpose, like a child throwing a tantrum.
"I am just a kid…"
"A kid of nineteen," Herion replied with a crooked grin. "Hehehe."
"Whom are you kidding!" Ethan smirked, his eyes glinting with something close to evil amusement. "It is time to help in family affairs."
"No… I do not want to be buried under piles of documents," Nera shouted, her face twisting in horror.
Ethan's expression changed the moment he heard that.
He froze for a second.
Other noble children put swords to each other's throats, schemed day and night, and ruined friendships just to gain authority and power. Yet his own children were running away from it like it was poison.
Oh God…
Ethan rubbed his face slowly.
