Chapter Two

Inside the room, a man was sitting in his wheelchair while looking out the window. He looks sullen while holding tightly in the picture. He gritted his teeth when he saw his father, from the window, who had just got out of the car. 'What is he doing here?' He wondered.

Marcus heard a knock on his door. "Sir, I would like to inform you that you have a visitor." One of his maidservants, who was waiting outside of his room, informed him.

He looked at the closed door and scoffed. 'Visitor my ass.'  "Who is it?" he asked. His voice was loud enough to hear by anyone who was outside of his room. He's pretending that he didn't know the unwanted visitor who came.

"Sir, your father is here to see you," she informed him

"Tell him I do not accept visitors," he said without opening the door.

"Am I not allowed to visit my own son?" Ethan said as he enter Marcus' room, which made Marcus turn his wheel to face his unwanted visitor.

"What the hell are you doing here?" He asked while glaring at his father. 

"Watch your mouth, Marcus. I'm still your father." he had his warning voice. Ethan took a deep breath to calm himself. "Son, I know you won't forgive me, and I know it's all my fault. But please, can we work this thing out? Your mom won't like it if we always-"

"Don't you dare use my mother's name for the sake of your selfishness," he sternly said. "If you want us to be at peace… stay out of my sight. And don't step inside MY house." Marcus warned him. He emphasized the word MY.

"Our house," Ethan corrected him.

Ethan sighed in retreat. He even raised his hands in the air, surrendering. 

"Fine. I will leave you alone. I was just supposed to come here to celebrate your birthday, but it seems you don't want my presence." Marcus scoffed at Ethan's remarks.

His brows raised while looking at his father in disbelief. "Birthday? Who told you that I still want to celebrate my birthday after all that happened?" Marcus sneered. "Have you forgotten what happened two years ago?" He shook his head disappointedly.

"Out." He commanded in a bitter tone. "Get out of my room! If you want me to forgive you… Stay out of my sight or better yet, go and kill yourself!" 

Out of his rage, Marcus reached the vase near him and threw it on the floor. "Until when will you keep yourself in the dark, son?" Ethan couldn't help but sigh. He called the servants to clean the mess that his son did. Then he commanded them to take good care of Marcus while he was away.

Ever since that happened, Marcus became distant toward him. He couldn't blame his son. Marcus blamed him for the death of his mother, Athena. And it happened two years ago after they celebrate Marcus' 20th birthday. From that day, Marcus doesn't want to celebrate his birthday, and he always locks himself in his room alone.

From the entrance of their house, Ethan looked at the window where Marcus' room was located, before he went inside his car. As soon as he settled in the driver's seat, his phone suddenly beeps. He took it out of his pocket and looked at the screen to read the message. He frowned when he saw it come from an unknown number.

Fear and anger arose after reading the message. 'Your son will be next.' His grip on his phone tightens as he gritted his teeth. "Dammit!" He muttered and punched the steering wheel. He immediately called someone he knew that will help him to protect Marcus.

"Find me someone who can protect my son. The one that is best in the field." Ethan commanded.

"Alright, sir. I will send them to you right away." Ethan ended the call after the conversation, then he maneuver his car away from their house.

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Marcus woke up from a deep slumber when he heard someone knocking on the door endlessly. He groaned, trying to get some more sleep, but the person from the door was persistent in pestering his sleep. 'It better be important or else I will fire them all.' 

"Who's in there?!" He said irritably. 

"Good morning, sir. It's me, Matilda. I'm sorry if we disturb you, but your therapist is here." One of their servants informed him and made Marcus frown.

"A therapist?" He asked in disbelief.

'Who on earth asked to send me a therapist? I never asked one.' He wondered.

"Yes, sir. A therapist. She's outside. Do you want me to let her in?" She asked.

Marcus nodded. "Let her in," he commanded.

The servant excused herself, and she commanded the therapist to enter Marcus' room. The lady was wearing blue scrubs. Underneath was a black sweater. She also wore white rubber shoes. She tied her hair in a bun with a stick on, like what a Chinese hairdo looks like.

Marcus was sitting on his bed. He looked at the lady in front of him, trying to figure out why a therapist was in his house.  The lady has pale skin. She has these black almond-shaped eyes and pinkish thin lips. 'She's probably an Asian.' he thought as he was looking at her face. He noticed that the woman was not wearing any makeup, unlike his servants. Especially his junior servants, who like to wear the shortest skirt and put on a lot of make-up. "Who are you? Why are you here? Who sent you?" He asked with a stern look.

The lady raised her brow as she bit her inner cheek. "I'm Mariko Watanabe, your therapist, Sir. I came here as requested by your attending physician." She said in a serious tone.

'As expected, she's an Asian lady.' he smiled at his thoughts but he didn't show them to the person in front of him. "I did not ask for a therapist. Why does he need to send you here to me? I don't need you. You can go out." He said while waving his hand like he was saying to disappear from his sight. But instead of following him, Mariko stood firmly, like he didn't hear what he just said.

"Didn't you hear me? I said get out. Out…" There's an annoyance in his voice, but Mariko pretends not to hear him.

"Whether you like it or not, I will be staying here. So, bear with me." Mariko informed him, which made Marcus dumbfounded.