The Sickly Debtor Got Spoiled

The door to his room slammed open, and before he could even react, his father was there, eyes burning with disdain. Weiyang flinched, instinctively pulling away from the touch he had learned to fear over the years. His father’s voice was sharp, like a whip cracking through the silence. “I’ve nurtured you for 19 years” The words cut through him like a blade. He could barely keep his legs beneath him, his frail body trembling from the force of his father’s anger. The fear that had built inside him over the years finally broke free, but there was nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. ” His father’s harsh grip didn’t loosen as he was dragged out of the room and down the cold, sterile hallway. Wei...