Clean up his mess

"Dad, you're handing over the company to a brat who can't even tell right from wrong. And you expect me to cover up his messes?" Lucius scoffed, letting out a low, bitter chuckle as he ran his hand through his sleek black hair in frustration.

Alekis's expression hardened, his eyes sharp as he responded, "That's exactly what you should do—out of duty to your late brother. Don't forget how he died," he added coldly, his gaze filled with disapproval.

Lucius's face darkened at the mention of his brother's death. His body tensed, and he slowly stood up, his mind racing with anger. The weight of the conversation was too much, and he couldn't bear it any longer. Without a word, he turned on his heel, ready to leave and end the confrontation.