C13 Chapter 13

“Lock him up in the solitaire!” a middle-aged man with a coarse voice yelled at two bodyguards.

“No, Father, please, not the solitaire!” A little boy, not more than 11 years old with dark brown hair resembling the man's, pleaded. “I won't get a B+ ever again. Please forgive me, Fa-”

Pak! A slap reverberated through the courtyard.

“No son of mine will cry over the punishment he deserves