Chapter 62—

Zheme sat in his office, unable to go to bed. After all, he had done something he had promised not to. He had slapped her and once again beaten her into unconsciousness. He had said some pretty awful things too and he was terribly sorry, but his heart held no regret. What he had done, had to be done. It wasn't an excuse, it was just the plain truth. Sighing, he reclined in his chair, mind traveling back to the conversation he and his father had earlier. •••—Flashback—••• "Son." As always, that was the first word to escape the pits of Maxwell's mouth, a sly smile on his lips as he twirled his office chair to the left. "It's been so long since I've seen you, how have you been?" "Fine father." Zheme replied, voice calm despite the lingering fear he felt for his father. "How about you?" "Not so great at all son." Zheme tilted his head a little to the left, eyes holding curiosity. "May I ask why?" Maxwell shrugged, right hand wafting with a certain delicacy in the air. "Well if you must kno