The sharp crack of a slap punctuated the silence. Fred's cheek instantly blossomed with angry red, the distinct imprint of a hand rising on his skin.
Wyatt didn't harbor a sliver of love for his grandson. His amiable expression was replaced with one of blood-chilling viciousness.
"Do you think Perseus is the only person with something he cherishes a lot? What about us? Do you think the Jaggers didn't have something like that?" Wyatt asked.
"Logan snatched our family's Dragonite Vessel. Don't you find that to be outrageous? You're a part of the Jagger family. Do you even have the sense of duty to restore the family's honor?
"Are you sure you're my grandson? I lived under humiliation for more than a decade. Our family was forced out of Jaco City. Do you have any idea how people ridiculed us behind our backs?
"How am I supposed to go peacefully when it's time for me to die?"
Fred was at a loss for words. He rubbed his reddened and swollen cheek. His lips moved slowly as if he had s