Drake let out a heavy sigh.
"Your old man is ruthless, I tell you.
How could he actually go through with it?" Lucas snorted derisively through his nose.
"Since when has he ever held back?
If Beauty hadn't pushed me out of the way, if I hadn't dodged, his own son would be the one bleeding right now.
From childhood till now, when has he ever cared about anyone else's feelings?
Even Mom—he always barked at her like she was nothing..."
Lucas rarely spoke about his mother in front of others.
Even with Beauty, the woman who now shared his bed, he had never brought her up.
Perhaps the deeper the love, the harder it was to reveal one's scars and vulnerabilities.
Before they knew it, several bottles of red wine had been emptied between them, their eyes glazed with a faint haze of intoxication.
Drake slumped onto the sofa, covering his face as a quiet sob escaped him.
"Why won't Sarah just forgive me?
