Chapter 161 Moral Blackmail
- His hand shot up, trembling with the urge to strike, a phantom echo of the slap he had already delivered.
- Then he saw the mountain in his son's eyes—unyielding, immovable—and the fury drained away, leaving only exhausted resignation. Even if he beat the boy to death today, Asher would not bend.
- "Asher, your mother's life—her very heartbeat—rests in your hands."