"Go to sleep!"
The old madam wiped her hands with a silk handkerchief and looked at Storm Xavier with cold indifference, her eyes filled with unconcealed disgust. 'Her grandson has a bright future now. This good-for-nothing has no reason to exist anymore.'
'She had endured for forty-five years, and this day had finally come. It was just a pity that bitch couldn't be here to see it. That was her only regret.'
'But she didn't have much time left. In her current physical condition, she had no idea how many more years she could live. Before she died, she had to get rid of this waste of space. She couldn't let him hold her grandson back.'
"COUGH, COUGH... You... you're so heartless... I'm your son!"
Storm Xavier tried to spit out the medicine, but it only brought on a more violent fit of coughing. It felt like he was coughing up his lungs. A dull pain bloomed in his chest, and he could taste a coppery sweetness in the back of his throat. Despair washed over Storm Xavier.
