Transmigrated into a reversed world
Chapter 182 - 182: I want power to do whatever I want

It was already dark when they reached the Mansion; he nodded in thanks.

Micheal sneaked his way into the servant's quarters, making sure the people he was trying to avoid didn't find him.

Reaching the staircase to the room area, he tiptoed quietly. He sighed in relief upon seeing his door, only to freeze at his father's familiar voice.

"Where have you been?" Alexander worried he had been neglecting his son ever since taking a genius student.

He came to check on Micheal today, only to wait for hours without seeing him.

His guilt slowly turned into anger and fear that something had happened.

Seeing his son's sneaky behaviour, he felt something was off. His voice carried both anger and relief.

"I-I-I…" Micheal was caught off guard and couldn't think of anything to say at that moment.

His mind went blank, sweat forming on his forehead as his eyes darted around, avoiding his father's gaze and praying he wouldn't notice anything.

Alexander's brows pinched together into a frown, his wise eyes scrutinized Micheal from top to bottom, his heart gradually sinking.

Stepping forward to confirm his suspicions, he grabbed Micheal's hand, only to reveal red hickeys hidden beneath his sleeve.

"Dad!" Micheal shouted in shock and fear, jerking his hands away from his father's grip and quickly hiding them behind his back; it was already too late.

"Smack!" Micheal's head whipped to the side from the force of the slap; he looked at his father in disbelief.

"You foolish child! What have you done! All I have sacrificed for you, you threw it all away!" Alexander's raised voice trembled, his eyes red, looking at his son with disappointment and sadness.

Micheal regained his senses, fury erupting within him, further shattering his father's heart.

"What sacrifice? If you loved me, you could have introduced me to your wealthy clients for me to marry. Instead, all going on and on, how you want me to marry a normal person that I am not cut off for aristocratic schemes." He paused to catch his breath, his face flushed.

"Why do you look down on me so much? I don't need your stupid inheritance. I want power to do whatever I want! Do you think I want to bow and flatter people like you? It's never going to happen." His last sentence was filled with so much contempt, as he despised his father for such behaviour. His heart felt light after speaking what was hidden in his heart all this while.

Alexander looked at his son in shock; for the first time, he saw his son's true face and thought.

His heart crumbled to ashes, wondering what all his sacrifice had been for. He didn't remarry to raise him alone, showering him with all his love; his sleepless night painting to sell and save up for his future was all trampled to dust like nothing significant, and this was all he got in return.

His heart squeezed In pain, as the light in his eyes dimmed and his soul grew weary—the only feeling he had left for Michael.

"After the soul celebration, we're leaving the island. After that, your life is yours to live however you wish." His emotionless words didn't say he was severing their father and son's relationship but it implied that, making Micheal feel a bolt of panic in his heart for no reason.

He reassured himself this was what he wanted, yet as he watched his father walk away, he seemed to age before his eyes.

He closed his eyes and hardened his heart; he would get what he wanted and show his father he was right.

With a renewed determination, he turned his back heartlessly and entered his room, shutting the door as if sealing their fates apart.

…

The next morning, Zane was painting under his teacher's supervision. He felt something was amiss with his teacher; he wanted to ask but was afraid to poke any wound open, so he didn't say anything but performed well.

His two-hour lesson was extended by another two, not that he minded. He sensed his teacher was trying to impart all his knowledge at once.

He couldn't hold It in anymore and couldn't help but ask,

"Teacher is something going on?" Alexander was not surprised by his student's question. He was already expecting it; he sighed.

"I will be teaching you all I can; you already learnt enough from me; it is only left for you to explore by yourself…I'm leaving after the soul celebration day." His voice sounded aged and tired.

Zane nodded, feeling the sorrowful aura surrounding his teacher, he asked nothing and focused on absorbing more knowledge in three days.