——Then you can go die.
Nolan Morrison's voice was very clear, his eyes were gentle and warm, just like this bedroom that maintained a constant temperature throughout the Four Seasons, yet his words felt like a cold blade fiercely stabbing into Nicholas Morrison's already unhealthy heart.
Nicholas Morrison was agape, his cloudy eyes filled with astonishment as he stared at Nolan Morrison, his gaze was unfamiliar, as if he had never known him, there was panic, restlessness, and more indeed confusion.
He was confused, how did his Wife, Son change so drastically?
Could it be, they all want him dead?
Nicholas Morrison muttered: "You... you... who... are you? You are not... not... Randy."
Nolan Morrison smiled, opened his hand, and asked helplessly: "Father, whom do you think I could be?"
"You are not, not..."
Nicholas Morrison kept repeating the word "not".
He did not understand, what happened to the originally obedient, sensible, filial son.
