Chapter 380


    Chapter 380 Give Him a Chance


    Mortimer Faust’s expression was equally ugly. Being called dead by one’s own son was not an easy


    thing to go through.


    He was about to argue when Old Mr. Faust yelled, “Don’t you dare talk! If you had been here for Alec,


    he wouldn’t be so upset with you!”


    Mortimer winced and said gently, “Dad, things wereplicated back then. I didn’t have a choice.”


    “Didn’t have a choice?” Alec sneered. “What terrible situation would’ve made you abandon your


    wife, I wonder!”


    “I…” Mortimer tried to retort but couldn’t find anything to say.


    “Where’s your whore now, hm? Abandoned her too?” Alec hissed.


    “She died.” Mortimer sighed, sadness lingering in his eyes.


    Alec couldn’t be more pissed off than he was right now. “So youe crawling back only after your


    mistress dies?! I should kick you out right now, you fucking-”


    “Alec Faust, I am your father!” Mortimer roared.


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    Alec sneered. “My father. Is. Dead.” No way was he going to ept this man as his father now.


    Old Mr. Faust hurriedly stopped their argument from escting. “That’s enough, Alec. I know you’re


    angry with your father, but you should consider giving him a chance now that he’s back.”


    “A chance? Sure?” Alec’s eyes burned with contempt. “Bring my mother back from the dead, and you’ll


    get your chance.”


    “Don’t you cross that line, Alec!” Mortimer cried, startled that his son had matured into a man he utterly


    had no control over. “I’m your father whether you like it or not, and Faust Group’s rightful president!”


    He had been gone for decades but was still thepany’s head director, courtesy of his father. The old


    man might be upset with him, but he secretly still cared about his son.


    Alec hadn’t cared about this before, given his father had long left them, but his sudden


    reappearancepletely upturned everything.


    “Are you going to allow this, Grandpa?” he asked the old man sternly.


    “Give your father a chance, Alec.”


    Alec gritted his teeth and red at Mortimer before leaving. “Don’t regret choosing him over me.”


    “Alec!” Old Mr. Faust called out, but Alec had already left the mansion.


    Mortimer was nonchnt about it, however. “Don’t worry, Dad. He’lle to his senses in time,” he


    said to the old man.


    “Hmph! “I’m not opposed to your return, but if you so much as touch a hair on his head, I’ll make sure


    you never have a ce to call home!”


    His son was important to him, but he had raised Alec since he was a child. Their bond was tight, and


    he was one of the most precious people in his life. Naturally, he wouldn’t let Mortimer do anything to


    Alec.


    Mortimer nodded. “I wouldn’t do anything. He’s my son.”


    “Stay out of his rtionship with Jenny, too.”


    This Mortimer didn’t agree. “Don’t worry. I know what I need to do and not do.”


    He didn’t know what kind of spell that woman had cast on his son and father to have them so infatuated


    with her. Mortimer couldn’t let her marry into the family no matter what.


    He couldn’t make the same mistake twice, after all.


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