A father's request

Chairman Nathaniel Horace was already in his fifties. His oldest son Amiel was thirty-three years old, whom Knox only met twice ever since the chairman took him in. The second son, Anton, was thirty; the one who blatantly expressed his dislike and hatred towards Knox every time they would meet; Althea was twenty-eight; while Athan was two years older than Knox.

Among the siblings, the younger ones treated Knox amicably, despite their mother's opposition and their father's indifference.

The chairman stared at his youngest sporting a bewildered yet wary look. He understood his reaction, after all, he who had cast aside his existence and only provided the basic necessities and never once showed concern for the poor omega, was now claiming him a son and acting like a good father.

Nathaniel knew Knox Arden hated him. He could feel his reproof behind those lowered eyelids, and it gnawed inside him.