Chapter 1584

Morell's expression darkened with frustration. "What? You don't believe I have kids? You think I should have died alone with no family?" Matthew quickly shook his head. "No, not at all! I just don't understand… if your sons are so successful, why aren't they taking care of you?" Morell did not answer right away. Instead, he picked up a cup of tea from the table, drained it in one gulp, and set it down with a heavy thud. His face grew distant, his eyes unfocused, as if lost in thought. Sensing he had touched a nerve, Matthew quickly shifted gears. "I'm sorry if I asked something personal. Let's talk about something else—like Chavelle Wheat." Morell shook his head. "No. It's fine. There's nothing I can't talk about. I have another son—my youngest. He's in prison." Matthew's eyebrows lifted in surprise. Morell continued, "He barely gets enough to eat in there. Out of all my kids, he's the one I feel the worst for. So, the money my other sons send me? I send it to him. At least he c