Book 2. Chapter 23

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"You know what? Your father used to force your mother for his physical needs..." Those words echoed in his mind like a broken record, each repetition amplifying his rage and sorrow. Rican's grip tightened on the hockey stick, his knuckles white with the force. He swung it with all his might, connecting with the wall, and the glass framed on it shattered into a cascade of glinting shards.

The sound of the breaking glass was sharp and loud, mirroring the tumult in his heart. Pieces flew in every direction, scattering across the floor like fragments of his shattered peace.

"Your mother used to do every chore in the whole mansion, no amount of help allowed," the words rang in his head like a relentless hammer, driving his fury and grief deeper. "She was forced to handle all the office work herself, and if she made even the slightest mistake, she was punished."

Rican's vision blurred with tears as he swung the hockey stick again, striking a nearby table and sending