Kian was lying on his bed with tears in his eyes as he looked out the window silently. He could smell the strong stench on his breath whenever he breathed, and he felt very disgusted with himself.
“Kian.”
When he saw the decadent and desolate expression on his son’s face, Donald could not help but feel distressed.
Kian did not look at him but instead continued to stare out the window as he choked and said, “Dad, why don’t you just let me die? I am really on the verge of collapse because I have to do something so disgusting every hour of the day…”
Donald hurriedly stepped forward as he held his son’s hand and said, “My good son, you have to remember that it is always better for you to live than to die!”
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