"The first time we met, you and your brother were around eight years old," the old man began, scoffing as he looked at Justin with a glint of self-mockery in his eyes. "I had two grandsons… and yet I didn't even know of your existence for years. Your father really played me for a fool. Always refusing to marry the women I chose—while secretly raising a family of his own."
Aeldric's expression turned cold.
"He thought he could keep it hidden forever, huh? He truly underestimated me, his own father. And then he had the audacity to find a woman just as stubborn as he was. She refused to give me my grandsons. That weak, pathetic woman—she was nothing but trouble. If it hadn't been for Alexander, I would've killed her the day I found out."
Justin scoffed, unfazed. "Good to know a 'weak and pathetic' woman could still rile up a man like you."
Aeldric smirked. "The only reason I tolerated her was because she gave birth to my grandsons. Otherwise…"
