“I CANNOT help but remember your older brother every time we are tied in a circumstance like this,” said Wesley.

His words were low yet they placed an immense intensity onto Francis’ soul. 

“I wish he had never died that early. Everything might be in a different situation if that didn’t happen,” he added with a grimace, clenching his fists, containing all the emotions inside him.

“D-Dad—What do you mean?” Francis asked, blinking his eyes twice. “Are you telling me indirectly that everything is in chaos because of me? That… I am the reason why things turned out this way?”

Francis’ voice was laced with mixed curiosity and pain, like his eyes. He stared at Wesley for a long time, not flinchi