Chapter 4

At the prison gate.

I sat in the Maybach, looking over the planning documents for tomorrow.

As the prison gates opened, my father walked out carrying a bag, dressed plainly.

The secretary hurried over to carry his bag, while he came to my side, touching the car door, and sighed, "Mr. Sullivan is so kind, letting you ride in such an expensive car."

I calmly said, "Get in."

He sat in the car somewhat awkwardly, even wiping the seat, "I'm dirty, don't want to soil Mr. Sullivan's car. Son, I'm really relieved I left you with Mr. Sullivan, look how well he's raised you."

"Raised me?"

I laughed coldly, "In middle school, Sophia forced me to wash her feet in front of her classmates to show off that she had a servant, and wanted me to drink her foot-washing water. When I refused, she slapped me three times in public. When her father found out, he just told her not to joke around. Is that what you call raising me?

"I studied hard and got into a top university. Because she needed someone to serve her, I was arranged to go to a third-rate college. While I was cleaning her dorm, she was in a hotel serving her dear Ethan. After her abortion, when she was weak, she still ordered me around. Is that what you call raising me?

"I'll never forget the taste of that foot-washing water. I'll never forget the humiliation I suffered as a man."

The smile on my father's face gradually froze.

He said quietly, "You can't be ungrateful. Look at you now, dressed to the nines, all thanks to the Sullivan family's help."

I remained silent.

We were on different paths, incompatible.

My father had been loyal to the Sullivan family for decades, happy to gnaw on any bone they threw him.

But I was different. After all the hardships I'd endured, all the bullying I'd suffered, no one could stand above me anymore!

I brought him here today to let him witness with his own eyes the fall of the Sullivan family, and see me rise to the top!

When the car arrived at the entrance of Sullivan Group, Sophia and Ethan were already waiting there.

As soon as my father saw Sophia, he humbly approached her, "Sophia, you've grown so big."

Sophia looked at him with disgust, "Mister, who are you? How do you know me?"

"I'm your Uncle Stark! Mr. Sullivan came to see me five years ago and showed me your photo. I recognized you at first glance."

Sophia suddenly realized, she sneered, "Uncle Stark, you've really done a great job raising your son!"

My father didn't catch her sarcasm, he flattered her, "It's all thanks to you and Mr. Sullivan's care."

Sophia looked at me haughtily, then suddenly said to my father, "I'm thirsty, go buy me a bottle of water."

"Alright, uncle will go right away."

I watched as my father humbly ran off to buy water for Sophia, while she gave me a cold smile, "See that? Your dad is better at being a servant than you are."