I don’t need any help!

Charles's legs trembled violently, his heart hammering against his chest as the entire room blurred and spun around him.

His breathing grew uneven, each inhale feeling heavier than the last.

Mr. Wales felt a sharp sting in his chest, an unfamiliar weight settling over him.

Charles's words had struck him like a bolt of lightning which was impossible to ignore.

"I… I know there's nothing I can say to justify my actions, and there's nothing I can do to erase what my wife and I have put you through." Mr. Wales murmured, stepping closer to Charles.

His voice wavered, laced with something almost like regret.

"I know you care for my son, but my wife despises you. I should be standing up for what I know is right, but…"

"Sir, please… can I go now? I'm not feeling well," Charles mumbled, his breath uneven as he struggled to steady himself.