Chapter 170

• Michael’s calm gaze quickly turned into a glare. “If you’ve forgotten, my dear, dear son, your mother is still my wife, and I’ll mention her name whenever, wherever, and however the fuck I want. The sooner you learn to live with it the better. How about that?”
• Vincent scoffed. “I remember everything. It is you who has forgotten that you’re dead to us. You’re no longer a husband, or a father, or fucking anything that has anything to do with us.”
• Michael clicked his tongue, amused by what had just come out of his son’s mouth. “You can say whatever you want to make yourself feel better, Vince. Yet the reality is that the blood that runs through your veins is mine, as is the name you still use and all the heritage that comes with it. If there’s so much hate in you for me, why are you still a Halest, and why is your brother? Isn’t it symbolic of me—your father? The man you claim to hate. The man you say is dead to you? Why are you still addicted to this luxurious lifestyle that I provided?”