The comment section descended into chaos in the blink of an eye.
[Sometimes I feel like this isn't a scripted scene, but an actual live broadcast—everything feels so real and bizarrely spontaneous, especially Nerio's existence…]
A rare comment laced with reason briefly appeared, but was quickly drowned out by the flood of nonstop spamming.
"My son, don't be so downcast. Tell me, what exactly is going on?"
Mr. William gently stroked Lucian's hair and kissed his forehead, his gaze full of concern and inquiry—he looked like a model father.
"I just feel like our family isn't as affectionate as before. How long has it been since we last talked at the dinner table? You don't sleep with Mom anymore and don't love me like before… Did I do something to make you unhappy? Sometimes I feel like we're not even us anymore."
Lucian's words struck Mr. William like an arrow to the heart. His expression darkened momentarily.
He had always loved this son of his. And this face…
