The Player Gets His Comeuppance

Grace noticed the pain in Henry's eyes and froze for a moment. "Son, are you really okay?"

"Why would you break things just because you're in a bad mood? Henry, you're being so immature. You're already a junior in college—if you don't grow up soon, you'll be graduating!" James, hearing this, breathed an inner sigh of relief.

It was the first time he'd seen his son lose it like that and smash things. Something must have really shaken him.

Henry tried his best not to look at Grace's deceitful face. He couldn't let James know the truth about what had happened!

In Henry's mind, James, all in all, was a good father.

But as for Grace, he didn't know how to face her. Once she found out that he had overheard those words, how could they even interact anymore?

"Dad, I was wrong. I'll… I'll do better!" Henry panted, feeling a sharp pain in his chest.