Nevil’s P.O.V. (Continued)
“You know the reason very well, father.” I replied flatly but rubbed the space between my brows, confident that I would have a headache at any time soon.
“You need to come back now and has to take the responsibilities that you are supposed to take over a long ago.” I cringed while rubbing my forehead, trying to ease the headache.
That’s why, I never opened the mind-link. My father was like those nagging parents who don’t stop making their pups lives hell until they get what they want.
“It’s not like I am the only heir, Dad. I told you ages ago that you can choose any of your other sons as heir. I am not interested in taking over your position.” I repeated what I said every time he asked me to take over.
It had been ten years of this tension between us, and I
