CHAPTER 97

🏵️ CHAPTER 97 🏵️

"Denzel, my son. Is that you? "

Hearing his father's voice after more than decades was like an electric shock to Denzel. A shock of emotions. He couldn't even remember the last time he heard him call him 'son'. He couldn't even remember the last time he even saw his face.

That would probably be after that day he found out the truth and ran away from home. The same house he was in now and standing on his two feet.

Denzel stared at the almost-dying man on the bed and couldn't believe he was his father. He has changed so much, so much that he wouldn't have even recognized him if not that his mother was seated beside him.

From where he was standing, Denzel could see that he has immaciated a lot from how he was the last time he saw him. His eyes were weak and he could barely keep them open. His skin looked old and saggy and his face was already decorated with wrinkles. All his hair has already fallen out with only a few barely still visible.

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