Jilted Heiress Strikes Back
“No way. That was his own son, wasn’t it? Even if you don’t acknowledge him, how can you be so cruel?”
“Haha—do you guys know who Bastian’s mother was? With that kind of background, no way Talon would recognize him…”
“What kind of background?”
Bastian had long grown used to this kind of mockery. He didn’t feel much anymore. If people insulted him, he could hurl worse insults back. If that didn’t work, he’d fight. And if he lost, he’d at least make sure to bite back.
In this world full of people, that’s just how it was. Even if you didn’t go looking for trouble, trouble would still come to you.