Chapter 929: Chapter 929: Father and Son Face to Face
Justin Battleson guarded Charlotte Thompson behind him, his face covered with frost.
Charlotte Thompson turned her head in surprise, not expecting Justin Battleson to actually know the person before her.
Upon seeing Justin Battleson, the middle-aged man’s movements stiffened, he clenched his extended palm tighter, and eventually withdrew it to his side.
"I... came to see how she was..." The middle-aged man’s throat tightened slightly, and his voice weakened.
But upon hearing these words, a cold smirk overflowed from the corners of Justin Battleson’s mouth, "Don’t come here to sicken my mother."
Charlotte Thompson looked up and upon seeing the expression on Justin Battleson’s face, she couldn’t help but be startled.
She had never seen Justin Battleson with such an expression before.
Ice-cold hatred.
Charlotte Thompson then turned her head to look at the middle-aged man in front of her, a speculation emerging from her heart.
Could this man be...
"Justin, no matter what, I am your father," the middle-aged man’s voice came through.
Listening to this, Charlotte’s pupils shook violently.
No wonder she found the middle-aged man before her so familiar.
He was actually Oliver Battleson.
However, Justin Battleson reacted as if he heard something absurdly ridiculous, and snorted coldly, "You say you are my father? But my father is long dead."
Charlotte Thompson lowered her eyes, feeling Justin Battleson gripping his own palm tighter, his knuckles turning faintly white.
Charlotte reached out and took hold of Justin Battleson’s wrist, gently prying open his palm, and interlocking their fingers.
"You!"
Oliver Battleson did not expect Justin Battleson to say such words.
A fire of anger was smouldering in his chest, but when he looked up at Justin Battleson, he still managed to suppress it.
He nibbled his lips, and finally spoke faintly, "Justin, I know you’ve always hated your dad, and the things that happened in the past were my fault, but..."
However, Justin Battleson did not want to face Oliver Battleson. He turned with Charlotte, intending to leave.
Seeing this, Oliver Battleson naturally stepped forward to follow, "Justin Battleson! You..."
"Stay away from my mother."
Justin Battleson’s eyes flashed a hint of crimson, his tone devoid of any emotion, "If I find you here again, don’t blame me for being rude."
The person before him, Justin Battleson would never forgive in this lifetime.
Every time he saw him, he would be reminded of that bloody scene.
His heart felt as if it was being gouged by a knife, the wounds ground and crushed.
No wonder he saw him yesterday.
Because today was the anniversary of his mother’s death.
Justin Battleson looked at Oliver Battleson’s expression and almost couldn’t help but sneer.
After so many years, who was this pretentious repentance for?
"Justin, everything in the past was my fault, I...I..."
Oliver Battleson clenched his teeth tightly, but the words of apology just couldn’t come out.
He was always a proud, even arrogant man, never willing to admit his mistakes.
Oliver knew himself well, and so did Justin.
He glanced at Oliver, his eyes full of irony.
A person who couldn’t even utter an apology, where would he realize his mistake?
His father had died twenty years ago, his smile fading away with the tragic past.
Justin Battleson no longer looked at the expression on Oliver Battleson’s face and simply turned and walked away.
Charlotte looked at Oliver Battleson one last time, feeling equally unhappy in her heart.
A man who drove his wife to death didn’t deserve forgiveness.
The wind outside was cold, chilling the face and causing uncontrollable shivering. Charlotte got into the car with Justin, only then realizing her palm had been squeezed numb by Justin’s grip, her joints reddened.
"Sorry, I hurt you," Justin Battleson said hoarsely, intending to let go of Charlotte, but she held on to him instead.