Jack's pov
"Bill, it's Dad's fault that I did not take good care of you so you could be used by bad people."
"Bill, Dad does not blame you. Let us go home."
He immediately shook off my hand and was called down by the proud man, "OK, your job is done, go back."
Bill was in a trance and nodded. He looked at me with a strange feeling. Was he beginning to know that I was his father?
Looking at the back of his gradual departure,, "Bill, do not go."
The man kicked me angrily, and my center of gravity became unstable, causing me to collapse right on the ground, "Do not shout, people are already far away."
"You despicable people, come towards me and let Bill go."
"You have misunderstood. As you have just seen, he did it himself. I did not force him."
"You ..." My breathing grew fainter and fainter, and my speech weaker and weaker.
As if in a trance, I heard the man shouting to his men, "Bring him down, do not kill him."
"Yes."