"Father, you still haven't been able to let go," Gael said after hearing those words.
Alster's heart trembled.
He hadn't been able to let go, just as Gael hadn't been able to let go of him.
They both harbored unresolved feelings, and the more he spoke to Gael, the more Gael's resentment grew.
It was like an insoluble deadlock.
"Father, I want the family legacy," Gael declared.
"I will give it to you... Gael, I will give it to you, but not now, please leave," the Grand Duke Riptide said weakly.
"Father..."
"Leave!"
In Alster's eyes, he was always an obedient child, despite being over sixty years old.
Gael reluctantly stood up and said, "Then, Father, I'll wait for your news."
He walked out of the bedroom, and in the moment he closed the door,
