'They switched up the moment they realized I couldn't offer them anything,' he thought, clicking his tongue.
And now that he was stronger, they came crawling back, pretending like they had missed him.
The most annoying one was his father, who still expected him to show 'respect'.
When he heard him spouting those words, he wanted nothing more than to punch his face.
However, he restrained himself and merely warned them never to cross his path again.
He clicked his tongue.
"Tch. It's always like this…"
His voice was quiet, almost a whisper.
"There's no need getting so worked up over it." he muttered, letting out a low exhale.
That was the truth of the world.
No matter what anyone said—no matter how noble they acted—people only cared about power.
[Exactly.]
Harry didn't respond.
He didn't need to.
He simply exhaled slowly, pushing the matter to the back of his mind.
It didn't matter anymore.
He had said what needed to be said. Done what needed to be done.
