CHAPTER 126 Give Me Some Warmth

  I was terrified, rushing over to Lucas in a panic, and hurriedly grabbed some tissues to try and help him wipe the blood off his forehead.

  Lucas, with a calm expression, gently took my hand and reassured me in a soft voice, "It's fine."

  How could this be fine?

  "Uncle, you..." Frank stood up too, looking just as confused and bewildered as me, staring at James.

  But James, clearly still angry, was looking around the room as if searching for more weapons.

  "Can't you speak properly?" I mustered up the courage to try and reason with James, but my words held no weight in front of him.

  He had already spotted the strength bar Lucas kept by the TV stand, something Lucas used to train his arm strength. Without a second thought, James grabbed it and charged at Lucas, swinging it at him.

  What kind of father strikes his own son like this? What could Lucas have possibly done to deserve such hatred, to the point that James seemed intent on beating him to death?