92. Cut off

Maxim Vasiliev

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It was the third time I was visiting my father and this time, I didn’t bother to wait for him to welcome me at the door.

I pushed the door open, strolling in like I owned the house. Two women who were slightly older than me sat on the couch having a conversation. One was blonde. The other was brunette. Just the way my father liked them.

I wondered how they managed to live together peacefully without ripping each other’s heads off. Surely, my father must favor one more than the other. It was impossible for him to share his supposed love equally among them.

Both of them stood up at my arrival. “Maxim.” The blonde one called out.

“Where is he?”

They immediately knew who I was talking about so the brunette pointed toward his office. Before they could say anything else, I walked right past them, heading for my father’s office.

Andrei was a lot better now. He could go on with his life like every normal person but he had to avoid heavy lifting and hard labor. Aside from t