Chapter 4

"Daddy!"

My son Weber's tender face appeared on camera, his face covered in tears.

"Weber, did Mom bring you here?"

Before doing this, I'd clearly entrusted the child to my most trusted friend, instructing them repeatedly never to let him get involved.

Could it be that my friend...

"Daddy! Grandpa really drank the poison himself!"

My pupils contracted sharply.

The netizens were even more dissatisfied:

[Steve, look what you've done! You're forcing such a young child to face all this!]

[Even the child is testifying, and you still won't wake up? This is your own biological son!]

I gripped the pliers tighter in my hand. "Weber, that's your grandfather. The grandfather who secretly bought you Legos, who was the first to stand up for you when you were bullied!"

Weber cried even harder. "Grandpa said he didn't want to live anymore! He didn't want to be a burden! Weber didn't lie! Weber really didn't lie! Daddy, please let Chris go, okay?"

Lester pulled Weber into her arms and shouted at the camera: "Steve! Are you going to doubt even your own son's words!"

I clenched my teeth. "What did you teach him to say?"

[I'm done. Does this guy have serious mental illness or what!]

[Finally understand where those CEO novel male leads who refuse to believe the female lead come from. Art really does imitate life.]

"Steve! If you won't believe Weber, who do you want to convince you!" Lester was righteously indignant.

I just grabbed Chris's ear and made his bloody, mangled face face the camera directly.

I picked up a small knife, the blade lightly tracing across his cheek. I chuckled softly. "Lester, you think that over these six years, I didn't know about you secretly transferring money to him at night, arranging work for his sister?"

Lester's eyes flew open.

"Fourth chance, gone!"

I aimed the knife at Chris's eye and raised it high.

"Daddy!!" Weber suddenly held up a diary. "Grandpa told me to give this to you before he left!"

The knife tip stopped less than a millimeter from Chris's eyeball.