Chapter 87

Desmond Just as we talked about, I was staying in Verlice's vacation house to be my son's mentor while still doing my Alpha duties. Right now, I was sparring with Sander with the wooden sword. "Is that the best you can do, Sander?" I mocked my son when he was attacking me by calculating my movements. "You are boasting that you can defeat me but I do not see a good result." Sander frowned, annoyed at my remarks. But he did not let himself be distracted by how I was ridiculing him. In fact, he was focusing more on how to counterattack me. Sander was excellent at dwelling on the wooden sword. It would be a matter of time before he would be holding a real sword soon. To finish this sparring, I made a dirty tactic by tripping him with my foot. Sander fell to the ground and glared at me. "That is so unfair, Papa!" He looked frustrated and was near to bursting tears. I chuckled and winced his hair. "This is not always about how well you can hold your sword, son. You must think on the ba