Because You Are Father's Most Satisfactory Experiment!

The man paused, slowly turning around with a still gentle expression.

Leslie was dressed in a light gray casual attire, completely different from the majestic king who once sat on the throne.

He appeared as mild as a friendly neighbor uncle.

"Marcus, I deeply regret what happened to your mother. I couldn't love her," Leslie spoke apologetically.

Marcus impatiently interrupted him, "Stop pretending, it has nothing to do with my mother. You don't need to keep mentioning that you couldn't love her, anyway, she didn't love you either."

Leslie's expression faltered.

Marcus sat boldly in the chair, raising his head to look at the man before him.

His eyes were filled with confusion, "You don't seem like someone with such great ambitions, so why did you do something so insane? One son, two sons, all turned into your tools. Oh, right, you don't actually love Shawn's mother, do you?"