Chapter 117 Not Sure What Love Is 

Julius stood rigid, staring blankly at the man who was supposed to be his “father“. 

The other man was dressed in a well–tailored black suit, a white shirt underneath. The familiar features of his face served as a constant reminder to Julius that the man standing before him shared his blood! 

Ever since his mother passed away, his father had consistently worn only black and white clothing. It was as if he had forgotten all other colors existed. 

“What’s the matter? You seem shocked to see me.” Joaquin Whitethorn slowly approached his son, a gentle smile on his lips. 

This smile, seemingly graceful and gentle, felt chilling to Julius, sending a shiver down his spine. 

Even though Joaquin appeared to be a regular man on the surface, Julius knew the truth. After his mother’s passing, his father had, in reality, lost his mind. 

“What are you here for?” Julius asked coldly. 

“My son has found a woman he loves, so naturally, I came to check on him,” said Joaquin with an easy smile. 

Julius‘ lips were tightly pressed together. Although he had already instructed his subordinates to remove the trending topic that morning, there was inevitably a time lag. 

Clearly, Joaquin had also seen that trending topic. 

As for the woman he loved… 

He wasn’t exactly sure what “love” actually felt like, but one thing he was certain of was his desire to have Quinn stay by his side. 

Looking at his silent son, Joaquin suddenly asked, “What, do you think you’re not in love with her?” 

Julius glared at his father with a cold stare. “Whether I’m in love with her or not, that’s none of your business. But if you dare lay a finger on her, I won’t let you off the hook!” 

“Haha!” Joaquin suddenly burst into laughter. “Of course, I wouldn’t lay a hand on her. After all, I’m curious to see what would ultimately happen to the son she and I had!” 

The “she” he referred to was naturally Julius‘ mother. 

Joaquin raised his hand to gently pat Julius‘ shoulder, adding, “You can rest assured, even if you’re not in love now, as long as you have thoughts of wanting that woman, you’ll eventually fall in love with her! And once you fall in love, you’ll understand how I felt. You’ll want that woman by your side, and if she can’t only have eyes for you, you’ll wish to get rid of everyone around her. You might even want to confine her so she can only ever see you!” 

The sound of Joaquin’s voice kept echoing in Julius‘ ears. 

Julius looked at the person before him with disgust. “I’m not you, so I’ll never act like you did!” 

Joaquin’s face was filled with mockery. “You’re my son, and the Whitethorn family’s obsessive nature runs deep in our bones. So, you’ll inevitably end up like me, yearning for what you can’t have and eventually turning into a madman!” 

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“Enough!” Julius snapped. “If that’s all you have to say, then you can get out!” 

Joaquin was unbothered. “But from what I saw in that trending photo, that woman doesn’t seem to be into. you. It looks like winning her over might not be as easy as you think, but-” 

Joaquin paused for a moment, his fingers gently caressing Julius‘ face before he continued, “Your face is a perfect blend of your mother’s and my best features, especially your eyes. They’re just like your mother’s. Use those eyes and your charm to captivate that woman. I’m sure she’ll be absolutely smitten with you.” 

In the next moment, Joaquin’s expression subtly shifted as he found Julius‘ fingers already clutching his 

wrist. 

With just a bit of force, his wrist could easily be broken. 

“I’m just a father giving you friendly advice about not wasting your good looks and physique. And you respond by trying to break my hand?” Joaquin raised an eyebrow as he spoke. 

“I’m not the same kid you could boss around anymore,” Julius said coldly. “So if you don’t get lost, I’ll break your hand!” 

“All right then, if that’s the case, I’ll be on my way,” Joaquin said with a smile. But before he left, he dropped one more line. “Julius, my dear son, I’ll be waiting for you!” 

No matter how much Julius denied it, the fact remained that he was Joaquin’s son. Hence, his fate would inevitably be the same as his father’s. 

Joaquin would be waiting in hell for his son, who was destined to face the same fate as him! 

After all, everyone in the Whitethorn family had to endure the pain of wanting something they couldn’t have! 

Julius remained silent, his gaze locked on the retreating figure of his father. Even after the once- intimidating figure had disappeared from his sight, his body remained tense. His hands, hanging by his sides, were clenched into tight fists, his nails digging deeply into his palms… 

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