Clayton Xavier ground his teeth, the veins on his forehead bulging. A fire seemed to burn in his eyes, making them terrifyingly bright.
He knew who they were talking about. Ulysses Spann was exactly seven years old. As he recalled, Ulysses's eyes and brows did indeed resemble his father's. He had never made the connection before, but now that he was thinking about it, more and more suspicious details began to surface.
Not long ago, Ulysses Spann had been bullied at school, and his father had actually stepped in, causing a scene with a group of children and making a complete fool of himself. Looking back, his father must have known who Ulysses was. That was why he had been so protective of him.
Hah…
Clayton Xavier sneered, his gaze icy and sarcastic. 'Father… He doesn't deserve that title.'
