Chapter 534


    Ronald was caught off guard by his unpredictable attack. A heavy punchnded on him, sent him


    wobbling backward. He held onto the side of the table t o keep himself from falling.


    Eyebrows furrowing with anger, he vehemently eximed, "This punch, is for my mother and the


    atrocious deeds you havemitted!" His words were as cold as ice.


    Following that, he punched Ronald again, saying," This is from me and Jazz!".


    After being struck twice in quick session, Ronald stumbled against the table. He panted softly, and


    his cheeks ached. Yet, he maintained his authoritative figure as a father. "Mark, you’re going


    overboard!".


    "Since you have the audacity to do this, you should bear the consequences!" Mark shot Ronald a re


    with an indifferent and distant expression. "I''m warning you, don’t you ever approach her again. Or


    else, I swear I will do worse than beat you!"


    Following that, Mark gave Ronald a cold nce before striding towards the door of the cafe.


    A few of the cafe customers were already noticing this scuffle. Ronald''s expression turned grim.


    Despite his


    aging face, his demeanor remained steely.


    Just as Mark was about to reach the door of the cafe, h e suddenly paused his steps. He then raised


    his voice and said," Nobody can stop you from being with that woman, but you must immediately leave


    Santabaca with her and never return. Don''t you ever show yourself before our eyes and don''t ask for


    forgiveness. We will also be cutting all ties with you too!"


    He got in his car and lighted a cigarette. He took a deep puff and exhaled white smoke rings as he


    squinted against the rising smoke of the cigarette. His eyes grew deeper and more serious. The gloom


    exuded from him dark as heavy night sky.


    Despite punching Ronald twice, he did not felt relieved at all.


    He remembered back then, Ronald would hold his hand, hold him, or carry him around on his


    shoulders, bringing him along everywhere when he was still a child.


    Seeing his father managing the employees made him very proud. Ronald had been a great father, a


    great hero in his eyes.


    At the age of thirteen, Mark went to Athana. He had called back frequently at the beginning. However,


    the calls grew lesser as time passed.


    Not until Mark had turned 23 did he return to Santabaca. For a decade, Ronald had never flown to


    Athana to visit him, nor had Marke back.


    Moreover, he was forbidden to leave Athana because his grandpa saw it as a form of training.


    As Mark''s grandpa Gordon Angelo served in the army, he was a stickler to the rules. At that time,


    everyone except Mark''s grandma feared him, including Mark’s mother as well.


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    When Mark finally returned to Santabaca, the past decade of separation had affected their


    rtionships. The father and son were more like strangers that the atmosphere would even turn


    awkward when they were alone.


    "Furthermore, Mark also spent lesser time at the Valentine Mansion, merely a few times in a year.


    Both men grew farther apart as time went on. They had nothing to say even when meeting face to


    face."


    "Ronald would give excuses that he was too busy at Grudin North to return, which wasn''t too far fetch.


    However, looking back now, it seemed purposeful and ridiculous."


    Not loving his mother would be fine, on the condition that he should not have kept his mother in the


    dark about it. Moreover, no matter who was his lover, Mark would not inquire about that woman, but of


    course, he would still hate him. Just not as much as he did now. Unfortunately, he had let his mother


    saw him with


    another woman.


    What Ronald had done was fundamentally different from what Mark had expected him to do. If he had


    not vited those terms, Mark could have forgiven him, but now...


    To make his father bring that woman out of Santabaca and never appear before him again was the


    most he could bear...


    After all, Ronald Valentine was his father...


    He had once been the hero in his heart that he looked up to and respected deeply. Yet, all these


    feelings had shattered.


    Letting the nicotine work its magic, Mark managed to suppress his tumultuous feelings. Taking onest


    puff, he stabbed out the cigarette, recollected himself, and drove away.


    At the hospital.