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Black Sheep of the Family
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2024-08-01 07:01:33Alan's POV
“This unfilial, useless child! What is wrong with you?” my father yelled as he entered the hospital room where I was. I flinched as I saw the person I most dreaded, coming into the ward in an angry expression.“Darling, please calm down. He's still trying to recover,” my mother tried to defend me, but my father cut her off.“Don't tell me to calm down! You've always indulged him! That's why he always brings bad luck to our family!” my father yelled furiously.I dropped the bowl of porridge I was eating and lowered my head, bracing for what was coming next.“I told you not to bring this bastard into our family, Maria, but you insisted! You convinced me to accept him! Since he joined the company, everything has gone downhill. I even sent him to one of our lower subsidiaries, hoping he would change, but what did he do? He upset the CEO of Walker Enterprises! Of all people, he chose to anger Walker Enterprises!”“Darling,Related chapters
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