HARRISON CAGE:"Forgive us, young master Cage, but we could not save your father," the doctor told me with a voice of sympathy.And I hated it.I did not need anyone's sympathy, and no one needed to sympathize with me over the death of a man who meant nothing to me.My father, Lord, Master, and Sir of the Harrison family. The man who accepted me, his bastard, because his own wife could not father a child.I watched as my stepmother, who I could not bring myself to stand, wailed and cried as people tried to steady her fake emotions. I bet she was plotting how much was in it for her in his will.I was supposed to visit Scarlett, who had remained unconscious for about two months now. The woman who brought me back into existence. I wish she didn't.My father was a strict man who lived by principles. His principles alone. He loved the dutiful life of being a master and wielding control over everything, including people's lives. Including my mother's, whom he deserted like she barely even e
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