Chapter 55: The Monster

Ransom

“The bastard son I raise ended up being nothing like me, but in you I see it. You have no empathy for those around you. No pesky feelings of sympathy. You can’t love. Everyone is just a pawn in your life, a useful tool to benefit you. Otherwise, you would have no use for anything. Your psychological diagnosis is all that I’ve hoped for, a true psychopath, like me,” Gerhardt Fuchs says like some demented, proud father. 

We might share genes since his sperm helped bring me into being, but I much prefer the drunken gambler who raised me as his own. He is my father, not this psychopath before me.

“My bastard cried about everything as a child. I had to break him and even then, it didn’t work. He might be a sociopath, but he still had a bleeding heart that needed to be severed. I cut him off. I removed him from my board altogether u