Adrian staggered, holding his face. “Father, please—”
“No!” his father barked. “You’ve caused enough shame. You were given everything — a good wife, a strong company — and you threw it all away for greed and lust.”
“I didn’t mean—”
“You think meaning matters now?” His father’s voice dropped lower, colder. “From today, you’re no longer welcome here.”
Adrian froze. “What are you saying?”
His father straightened, his voice firm. “You have two choices. Go to the rural branch and manage it. Start from nothing. Or be disowned. You choose.”
Adrian looked at him in disbelief. “Father, please don’t—”
“I said choose,” his father said again, his tone final.
Adrian’s throat tightened. The walls around him seemed to close in, the life he had built crumbling in his hands.
