Emperor Julian threw his glass on the table at the gloomy man in front of him.
The glass shattered, hitting the wall behind into small pieces and scratching the man's face.
"It's been more than a week, but your face is still on the front page of the newspaper! Do you want me to die of anger?! You ungrateful brat!"
Lucas dared not answer and could only stare at his shoes as his father berated him.
Emperor Julian stood and pointed at Lucas. "You...!"
Suddenly, he felt a severe headache, and his his vision blurred.
"Your Majesty!" His secretary held the Emperor, who swayed to the right as if he were about to faint.
Emperor Julian raised his hand and waved off the secretary forcefully.
His high blood pressure rose because of Lucas.
His breath was ragged, and he struggled to speak. "What happened that day?!"