Ch 8
Quinton POV
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I just stare at the name board
"BISHOP KNIGHT"
craved on the tile with his picture on.
He is smiling, and I know if I walk a few more steps I'll find the women who birthed me.
She's buried here too.
He had made it clear that if he dies, he should be buried closer to his second wife.
And people call that love,, but I call it madness.
It's crazy, isn't it ? How people get selfish for their own needs.
My dad was the greatest man, but he wasn't wealthy as this dude, so she left him.
Married the richest dude, lived life away from us.
I hated when she got my full custody over dad, all she could have done is left me with my dad who loved me unlike her, even though I was fifteen at that time I could make out the tension between the two families.
The Knigh
