Chapter 150

"You..." Frank Miller was fuming. He'd already lowered himself, tried everything to talk some sense into Luke—and this kid still refused to budge. "Luke Miller, like it or not, you're still my son. Do you really have to fight me on everything?" "Your son? Do I even have a father? My mom and I got through all these years without a dime from you, without a shred of care. What makes you think you get to call yourself my dad now? Mr. Miller, spare me the sentimental act. If you two won't have this meal with me today, the deal's off. And trust me, I won't hesitate to drag the Millers into hell with me." "You... you're disgusting! Just like your mom—both of you are trash! People like you will never amount to anything!" Frank Miller snapped and stormed off, his anger practically shaking the air. Luke stood there, eyes icy cold, watching their backs disappear. A chilling smirk curled on his lips. Ha. Figures. In his so-called father's heart, it was always Ethan who mattered more. Disgusting. W