Darren crumpled the soda can in his hand, his momentary soft-heartedness completely extinguished.
All that remained was a bitter chill and burning rage.
For years, he had poured his heart and soul into being the benevolent patriarch, and yet, in their eyes, he was worth less than the almighty dollar and shares in the company.
His life, and the lives of his son, daughter-in-law, and granddaughter, didn't seem to weigh as much as those assets!
No wonder his father had gripped his hand tightly on his deathbed, urgently cautioning Darren never to let his brothers into the family business.
Even then, his father had seen their true colors, knowing their insatiable greed would one day lead to disaster.
"It's all my fault. I was too soft then, too trusting," Darren rambled to Rosemary.
