Damien Valerius raised an eyebrow. "Sir, you're thinking too much. I have no complaints about the past. Without that past, I wouldn't be who I am today. Every cause has its effect—that's the most basic lesson I learned from you."
The color drained from Jameson Valerius's face, and his breathing grew ragged.
Watching from the side, Bell grew anxious. "Sir, please calm down. You have a bad heart."
"Hmph! It seems every last one of you can't wait for me to die! You're all wretches!" Jameson Valerius growled, his voice tinged with a hint of helplessness.
