Outside, the cold wind howled fiercely. The trees swayed in the gale, their branches like whips lashing through the air.
Ma Chengteng looked at the items on the table. Despite the dragon beneath the study floor burning brightly and the room being warm with coal, he couldn't dispel the chill in his heart.
Ma Chengteng didn't even know how he regained his senses: "Go call the Second Master here." Previously, there was only a vague suspicion that Yueyao's abduction was related to Ma Yue. Without any definite reason, he clung onto a sliver of hope, but now, these items shattered his last bit of delusion.
Ma Yue entered the room and greeted Ma Chengteng, "Father."
Ma Chengteng looked at his son, whose face was glowing with health, and then he thought of Yueyao, her whereabouts unknown, and felt his heart twist in pain. Hearing Ma Yue's voice, the long-suppressed fury surged again: "I am not your father. I did not give birth to such a beast-like creature as you."
