Chapter 265 Missing The Old Days.

Leon sat in the living room, sipping on his water and watching the letter until it had turned into complete Ash. It was a satisfying feeling, giving shit to the woman who had ruined his son's happy marriage.

Ah, but then again he really couldn't put all the blame on Octavia. Lucien had been equally as stupid.

A sigh escaped his lips as he took one last sip from his water, refreshing his patched lips before placing the cup down.

"Is something the matter, Master Albrecht?" Regent asked at last. He could no longer stand by and watch as the elderly man went on sighing, shaking his head and at time muttering incoherent words to himself. If someone else had been in his shoes, watching the scene before him, they would have almost thought that the elderly man was regretting his life's decision.

He was. But Regent didn't know that, or at least his narrow way of thinking didn't allow him to accept it. To him, he believed that all rich people shouldn't have regret, after all, what was there that