Chapter 7

Roger's POV The sky seemed to have sprung a leak, pouring out torrential rain, non-stop for several days. Caspar family estate. The villa's main door stood wide open, letting cold wind whistle inside. Roger knelt rigidly on the floor. "Look at what you've done! You actually tried to snatch her back? You even hired thugs! What were you thinking? Is that woman, Nora White, so great?" Mrs. Caspar sat on the sofa, jabbing her finger hard into Roger's shoulder. "You even tried to hurt Luke? Have you lost your mind completely? Our two families have been close for generations. You useless fool almost destroyed that balance!" "Roger, even with all your past willfulness, I gave you time. Eight years! You can't keep making mistakes, understand?" "We're getting old. The Caspar business will depend on you from now on." Roger remained silent, his body still kneeling ramrod straight. His head throbbed terribly, as if being gnawed by millions of ants. He hadn't slept properly for many days. Only sle