Chapter 537

Matthew Drake shook his head. “Nah, I’m just another stink bug crawling in the sewer.” He looked over at Samuel Drake and added, “Same as my old man.” Samuel hated hearing words like “sewer” or “toilet” — hated to the core. In his world, even bathrooms had to be luxurious and spotless, fancier than most living rooms. Hygiene was his pride. So the moment Matthew dropped the word "sewer", Samuel snapped. “I’ll kill you!” Two officials nearby instantly stepped up and grabbed his shoulders, holding him in place and warning him sternly. Seeing Samuel’s bloodshot eyes and how furious he looked, Matthew actually felt... better. He stood and said flatly, “You won't see me again—not unless we end up locked up together. And if that happens, you can go ahead and try pulling the dad-card all you want.” Samuel watched him walk away, fists clenched so hard his mouth filled with blood. Hate? Of course he hated Matthew. But at this point, hate didn’t seem to matter anymore. … When Alexander Brooks got