With a hint of amusement, Charlie turned to Don Albert and asked, “Don Albert, if Marcus Lloyd is indeed a pathetic jerk, what do you think his father should be?”<fn0ed1> For more chapters visit find?novel</fn0ed1>


    Don Albert paused thoughtfully before responding, “Well, if his son is a pathetic jerk, then his father should be known as ‘the father of the pathetic jerk,’ wouldn’t you agree?”


    Charlie nodded with satisfaction. “Exactly! He is indeed the father of the pathetic jerk.”


    He then faced Mr. Lloyd and, with a smile, inquired, “Mr. Cain Lloyd, what’s your take on this?”


    Mr. Lloyd enthusiastically agreed, eximing in a ttering tone, “Yes, Don Albert is correct; I am the father of the pathetic jerk!”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    “Great,” Charlie affirmed, turning to Don Albert. “See, he admitted it! Now, get your pen ready.”


    “Pen?” Don Albert asked in confusion, eximing, “What pen, Master Wade? Do you want me to write something?”


    Charlie pointed at the words ‘pathetic jerk’ carved on Marcus’s forehead and said, “Write that on his head. Have you forgotten?”


    Don Albert pped his forehead with a yfulugh, apologizing, “Oh, I’m so sorry for being so blunt, Master Wade! I didn’t realize that’s what you meant!”


    Mr. Lloyd stood there, utterly shocked!


    He was already heartbroken over the words etched into his son’s forehead, and the thought of having ‘the father of the pathetic jerk’ carved onto his own forehead was unbearable!


    He pleaded desperately, “Master Wade, please, I’m an old man. Spare me…”


    Charlie replied earnestly, “I am being merciful, and that’s why I’m only allowing Don Albert to carve it on your forehead. If it were up to me, I’d have it etched on both your cheeks and do the same to your son. You could make it a matching father-son set!”


    Mr. Lloyd groaned, “Oh no! Master Wade, please forgive me. I’m old, and my skin is wrinkled. It won’t be easy for Don Albert to do it!”


    Don Albert chuckled mischievously. “Mr. Lloyd, don’t worry! My hands are steady enough to carve those words perfectly, even on a wrinkled forehead!”


    Jacob chimed in, “Yes, Charlie, this Mr. Lloyd is quite wicked! He wanted to carve words on my forehead too and said he’d do it so hard, it would hit my skull!”


    Mr. Lloyd was taken aback, eximing, “Mr. Wilson, I was just joking…”


    “Joking my foot!” Jacob retorted angrily. “Your son held a knife to my head! If my son-inw hadn’t arrived when he did, you’d have already been carving into me!”


    Realizing the gravity of the situation, Mr. Lloyd crawled towards Charlie, pleading, “Master Wade, I was just kidding with your father-inw, I swear! Please…”


    Charlie replied nonchntly, “I don’t care. You have two choices: one, let Don Albert carve those words on your forehead right now, or two, I’ll let Don Albert castrate your son right in front of you! Choose!”


    Marcus cried out in desperation, approaching Mr. Lloyd. “Dad, please! Don’t let him do that! I don’t have any kids yet… You want me to have a family, don’t you?”


    Mr. Lloyd felt overwhelmed with despair and frustration.


    What could he possibly do? If he’d known things would escte to this point, he would never have dared to provoke Don Albert or Charlie’s father-inw, even under threat of a gun!


    Charlie was putting him on the spot with the ultimatum. What should he choose?


    Should he opt for the carving? It would ruin his reputation forever.


    But if he chose the second option, his son would be neutered, and the Lloyd family name would be at risk of extinction…


    Trembling in fear and choking on his despair, he turned to Don Albert, “Don Albert, please show me some mercy when you carve the words…”


    Don Albert smirked. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to carve it right into your skull!”