Chapter 8
Gavin’s eyes fell on Oliver’s bruised face, and his expression softened with concern.
“What happened to you?”
Oliver turned his head coldly, avoiding his touch.
Gavin, utterly confused, asked, “Oliver, I’m your father. What’s going on?”
His gaze dropped to Oliver’s wrist, where handcuffs glinted in the light. His pupils dilated in horror.
“What are these?” he demanded.
Gavin shot an angry glare at the officers.
“Why is my son handcuffed? What’s he been charged with?”
One officer gave him an annoyed glance. “Are you his father?”
“Yes.”
“No,” Oliver finally spoke, his voice flat and unemotional.
“I don’t have a father,” Oliver said quietly, but firmly.
Gavin’s face drained of color as the words hit him like a punch to
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the gut. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“Oliver, what are you saying? Don’t you know me?” Gavin stammered, clearly in disbelief.
Oliver’s cold gaze mel Gavin’s.
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“You’re the one who called me a plague. You said I was worthless, that I should die. You told me that even if I jumped off a building, it wouldn’t matter as long as you were still free to be with this woman. You said I was a disgrace. So, you’re not my father.”
Each word from Oliver’s mouth was like a dagger, each accusation hitting with precision.
Gavin stood there, stunned, unable to react, until reality finally sank in.
“Oliver… I didn’t know you were serious about that. I thought it was just your mother being jealous. Please, believe me. I love you. I’ve always loved you…”
Gavin’s voice cracked with desperation.
Oliver shook his head, his eyes blank. “I don’t need your love.”
“What?” Gavin whispered, his voice faltering.
Oliver pulled away from him, his tone sharp.
“You can love whoever you want. It doesn’t matter to me
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Gavin’s face turned ghostly pale, his legs trembling as he staggered, barely keeping his balance.
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“Oliver, it’s not like that…” Gavin pleaded, but his words fell on deaf ears.
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