Chapter 85

Shawn didn't dare speak. His earlier confidence had vanished, replaced by a desperate wish to sink into the floor. Derrick sneered. "Shawn, you're like a cocky nobody thinking he's royalty. Do you even know what you are?" Melanie's lips twitched. How could his words be so vicious? Shawn gritted his teeth, feeling cornered. "You've never respected me. I'm your nephew, not your enemy, yet every time you come after me, you go for the kill." Derrick let out a dry laugh. "If you don't want to apologize, then give me a proper explanation." Shawn's filthy thoughts could never be spoken aloud. He glanced at Levi, seeking help, hoping his lineage would shield him. Derrick wasn't much older than him, yet he wielded his authority mercilessly. Though Levi seethed at his son's defiance, a pang of pity still tugged at him. He was about to speak up for Shawn, but Derrick cut him off first. "You screwed up, yet you act like the world owes you. That's not how it works. Apologize, or get out," he