Kenneth picked it up and scanned it briefly.

Shock registered on his face.

The document was a severance agreement. By signing it, Kenneth would sever all ties with Leonel.

The muscles on Kenneth's face quivered. “Leonel is my son."

“No! Leonel is my son.

I raised him. If he's not my son, whose could he be?" Waylen countered.

Kenneth's face contorted with emotion.

Despite his malevolence, he shared a common trait with many men.

He was foolishly arrogant, despite having nothing much to offer.

Even though he had left his son and wife behind, he still wanted his son to take care of him when he was old.

He hesitated to sign the document.

Waylen extinguished his cigarette and smiled. "It's okay if you don't sign it! But consider whether you'll even live to see your trial."

Kenneth stared at Waylen. He couldn't believe what he just heard.

Waylen looked cold and honorable, with a tiny smirk at the corner of his mouth.

As he leaned in, Waylen's voice dropped to a whisper. "Leonel is my son. I won't tolerate any stains on his reputation, especially from someone like you. The world would be better off without a lowlife like you, don't you think?"

Kenneth's eyes widened in realization. Slowly, it dawned on him that Waylen was dead serious.

Eventually, Kenneth signed his name with a trembling hand.

With that signature, Leonel ceased to be Kenneth's son.

Waylen collected the document and scrutinized it. After a moment, he looked down and sneered. He believed Kenneth to be a genuine jerk who was terrified of dying. He was unable to hide his terror.

Waylen stood up and made his way out.